I’ll Fly Away…
- Mary Lowrey
- Apr 1
- 2 min read
My grandson is learning to play the guitar. He received a guitar for Christmas from his Uncles. He has pestered the music director at church for the previous months leading up to Christmas to teach him. The music director relented and told my grandson that if he got a guitar he would teach him. He has worked hard and practiced for two months. Then he asked. “Can I play at church? That was quick, but okay. Well this meant one of three things! Either my grandson would do this alone, he would play with the music director, or I would sing with him. I haven’t sang a solo at church in almost 40 years.
You see, I sang a lot at one time. Took voice lessons in high school and college, sang at church during high school, and sang at a large church when I first went to college. Then after a less than stellar performance one Sunday morning, I was asked by the music director at the large church not to sing again on Sunday morning. There were a lot of visitors on Sunday morning and he wanted to reserve the best. I was more suited to Sunday night, I was told. So I didn’t sing solos anymore. I got married, had my babies, went to church, but didn’t sing other than occasionally with a choir. No more solos for me.
2 Timothy 1:6 says, “For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.” I let something the devil did 40 years ago take away one of my joys. My grandson was calling me out. Would I let fear overtake my joy and my love for not only music but more importantly, my grandson and his sweet spirit.
As you can see in the video above. I sang. Spring allergies and all. I sang as he carefully played. The song is his favorite and the first he sang with our music director two years ago. Oh, what a joy to sing for the Lord, accompanied by his child, in the presence of follow saints who love us dearly.
My grandson will never fully understand the joy he has brought to his Papa and I. Not only these blessings, but watching him grow in God’s grace. I know, my sweet grandson, He who has begun a good work in you will continue it until He returns.



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