I Know Why She Hummed

I can close my eyes and see Mama sitting quietly in the church pew with her hands resting on her lap and her fingertips touching each other gently. She'd  lift one then the other and play a soundless melody with her hands. Mama hummed. Now that I think about it, she may have been humming then, just silently. I thought about her this morning as I sat outside drinking my coffee listening for the morning birds and wondering when the mocking birds will start singing again because I know it's soon. I was trying to still my thoughts and commune quietly with God, but even the nature I adore was not soothing my busy mind, so I started humming. I let the hum go where it wanted, and my shoulders relaxed. Peace. He said, "Be still," and I was.

I know, now, why Mama hummed.

Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

Peace. Love, Linda