Two men are here to install our kitchen cabinets, which I am very happy about. I've been waiting a long time for this day to arrive. Unfortunately, they turned on some rap music and it was very profane. I mean REALLY profane. I'm definitely not used to hearing that kind of music. Music like that offends my spirit and I could not just let it go and say nothing. I spoke up and requested that he not play that type of music. I think he thought I didn't want him to play any music at all and he was pretty offended. He said that this, meaning the kitchen, was his work area alluding that he should be able to play music while working. He then said he wouldn't play any more music. I told him I'm ok with him playing music. I just request that he play music without profanity. He turned his music off completely for a while, but now its back on again. I'm pleased that he's playing much better music now. I'm so grateful for that. It's still rap, but much of it is religious themed. Our kitchen may be his temporary work area, but it is still our home. We try to make our home a place where the spirit can reside.
My heart rejoices when I listen to good music. I was raised loving music. Although we weren't great by any means, I felt that we had somewhat of a musical family. Mom wanted all of us to learn to play an instrument. Gayle was the only one who stuck with the piano and she got very good at it. She also ended up teaching music to children at her local elementary school in Bountiful. Neal played the trombone and Kent played the trumpet as young boys, but they didn't keep up with it. Most of our music came from singing. My sisters and I sang together at functions (especially Church), and I found that very scary, but fulfilling to harmonize with each other. Most of my siblings participated in school musicals and/or sang in the High School a Capella choir. Music is the song of the heart. At least my heart swells when I hear beautiful music.
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