Singing Songs All Day Long

It's FUN FRIDAY!



Whenever anyone says, “We’ll have fun.” Immediately through my head goes. “Fun! Fun! Now that Daddy took the T-Bird awa-aa-aay!” 

The declaration “I want to” brings to mind “Hold your ha—aa—aa-nd! I want to hold your hand.” Of course, from there, I just have to continue with, “And when you touch me, I feel happy…inside. It’s such a feeling that, my love, I can’t hide! I can’t hide! I can’t Hi—ii—ii—ide!”

I’ll sing the whole song if I’m by myself. My husband usually protests, and since he only has one ear AND I’m so submissive… J…I stop before it’s completion. Almost anything anyone can say will bring a song into my head. Matter of fact, there’s usually a song playing there all the time, and if asked, I can start singing it right in the middle of a stanza.

This led my daughter—when she was six or seven—to inform a little friend with her in the back seat—while I sang passionately to the radio behind the driver’s wheel, “My mama knows all the words to all the songs…even the ones she hasn’t heard.” She cracked me up, but I bit my tongue and didn’t laugh.

Yes. (think 12-Step Program)

Hello, my name’s Caryl, and I’m a singer.

I’ve always loved music and singing. Choir was my favorite high school class. I must have said a thousand times how much I’d love to get paid to sing, but I don’t have an outstanding voice. I used to wonder if I’d taken lessons…but the years flew by and grew me into a wife with three children. One shrugs and goes, “Oh, well.”

At a church we went to, the music director offered voice lessons, and my dear husband signed me up for a birthday present when we could barely buy groceries. I think I had three total, a grand time, and found out I have a five octave range—well not anymore, that was in my thirties. Brother Warren seemed impressed, so I figured it was cool.

My favorite singing is praise and worship. Oh, how I love to enter His gates with thanksgiving then go into His courts with praise. Because the curtain to the Holy of Holies was rent when Yahshuah died on the cross, I can go right into His throne room, bow there, and worship Him in song. There’ve been times at church I thought…if I peeked…I would see Him there—His presence so overwhelmed me.

And He’s been giving me new songs since the ’80s. Mostly praise and worship, but a song for each of my grandsugars—I have sixteen now—and songs to go with the children’s stories written with my husband. And not too long ago, God told me I was His “singing pray-er”. I so loved that. I’ve been singing my prayers for years at prayer group.

SO last November, my husband surprised me saying he wanted to get a nice camera to video me singing my songs. We ordered lights and the whole bit. And now I have a YouTube channel! That’s right! People around the world can hear my new songs! I have SO many more to put up, but there are five now and more coming…so click on over! Have some Friday fun! And if you enjoy the songs, subscribe so you won’t miss any new uploads!

My YouTube Channel! Scripture songs, songs He gave me to go with my books, special song for a very special Facebook group "Heart"wings" - a women's fellowship! (If you're a Christian lady, you need but ask, and I'm happy to add you!), and grandsugars' songs! Be sure to subscribe while you're there so you won't miss any of the new uploads!

And every day, “Sing…sing a song! Sing out loud! Sing out strong! Sing about happy, not sad…sing about good things, not bad!” And be blessed!   

Are you a singer, too?

Bio: Caryl McAdoo is all about loving the Lord and currently writes four series, praying each story gives God glory: the historical Christian ‘Texas Romance’; a contemporary ‘Red River Romance’; 'The Generations', her Biblical fiction, and the newest 'Days of Dread Trilogy' for mid-grade and young adult readers. The Singing Pray-er loves praising with new songs her Heavenly Father gives her. She counts four children and sixteen grandsugars life’s biggest blessings and believes all good things come from above. Caryl and her high school sweetheart-husband Ron live in the woods of Red River County in the far northeast corner of the Lone Star State with two grandsons.

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On the Road Again

There’s a country song sung by Willie Nelson called, “On the Road Again,” where he proclaims his joy at “being on the road again, seeing sights he might never see again and going places where he might never go again.”

Yesterday, that song came to me as I hit the road, yet again, for a writing get-together--this time. It was a wonderfully fun time with friends, talking writing shop and enjoying our lunch together, disagreeing agreeably, making plans, enjoying a Skype session with a talented author in Alabama, laughing and growing as writers together.

But getting there is what I wanted to muse on today. The journey.

My husband and I and our two sons--growing up, were on the road a lot. I mean, A LOT! From coast to coast. Washington state to Florida. Texas to Maine. We’ve seen a lot of sights, gone a lot of places we’ll probably never visit again and met a lot of people we’ll probably never meet again. But it was fun!

How did we keep two active little fellows occupied with hours on the road?

• We taught them to read before it was time to start school. Books, books and more books were piled into the vehicles with us for their entertainment. 
• Games. We made up games, played all kinds of children’s games driving down the road, and they loved it!
• Rewards. Yep, lots of travel time was for business, BUT we always made it up to the boys by doing special things just for them. Museums and all kinds of educational fun stops, sand hills to climb, streams to wade in, animals to check out, you name it and we probably did it or tried to. Why? Because they were as good as two ornery little fellows could be for the duration of hubby’s business. J
• Helped them begin collections they would enjoy and could keep for years if they wanted. From super pencils to animals, knives and pictures or whatever, we tried to create a love of memories for them.

And still, even now, sights and areas intoxicate me and gets the gypsy blood stirring inside me.  Doesn’t always have to be famous sights. Ordinary hills and valleys, trees and streams without names, do that to me. With music in the background from a little country to classics and gospel, I sing and tap my way through the journey.

And spiritually?

Wars and rumors of wars. Murdering, and diseases running rampant. Scary decisions in high places. Corrupt politicians and corrupt church leaders. Disappointments, rejections, sorrows and sadness. All of it thrown at us till we, at times, feel laden down with the saturation of horrible things.

Yet Jesus said he went away to prepare for us a place to live and will return. He took a journey. He doesn’t want us to worry. All things are in his control. Think on good things. Rejoice in the positive things. And pray without end.

Our spiritual journey can be filled with peace of heart. Enjoy

What do you do when you travel?