A young
career woman moved away from her home to New York City. She rented
a room from an elderly lady who migrated to the United States
years before from Sweden. The landlady offered a clean room, a
shared bathroom, and the use of the kitchen at a reasonable
rate.
The
little white-haired Swedish woman made the rules of the house very
clear. There would be no smoking or drinking, no food in the
bedrooms, etc. Pausing mid-sentence, the landlady asked, "Do you
sing? Do you play? Music is good! I used to play the piano at the
church, but not now. I'm too old. My hearing isn't good, but I
love to praise God with music. God loves
music."
After a
full day of moving into her new room, the young tenant slept
soundly until 5:30 a.m. when she was jarred awake by horrible
noises coming from somewhere downstairs. Cautiously making her way
down the stairway, she followed the sounds to the kitchen door.
There she discovered her new landlady standing at the stove,
dressed for the day, joyfully "singing" at the top of her
lungs!
Never had
the young woman heard such a horrible voice. Yet she heard that
voice, precious to God, start every morning off the same way for
as long as she rented the room just over the
kitchen.
The Swedish lady passed into glory a few years
later. The tenant moved on, married, and had her own family. She
is alone now also, and has lost some of her hearing. Yet, every
morning finds her standing in front of the stove, singing off key
and loud, but joyful, praises to the
Lord!