I love to sing, but I don’t consider myself a soloist. At least not in any big, bombastic sense. I’m more of a blendy, BGV type of girl, happy to disappear behind a piano, layering mellow harmonies while someone else occupies the spotlight.
I say all that by way of disclaimer, because I’m about to post a recording of my own voice, and I don’t want you to think I have a delusional view of my pipes.
One might understandably ask, “So, why are you posting the recording then?”
Good question. And I have a good answer. It’s not about my singing. It’s about the song.
One of my husband’s college students, Debbie Boatright Camacho, wrote it several months after Jacob’s near-drowning, when he was still in a coma and doctors had given us no hope for recovery. As she prayed for Jacob one evening, the song came to her “like taking dictation.” Given all the beautiful ways God has used it, I don’t doubt the source.
About five years ago I sat down at a keyboard in my brother’s studio in Austin and played and sang it all in one take. Just a simple recording to share, because people were asking.
I share it again now, because people are still asking. Don’t expect anything flashy. No smoke machines, lasers, or sequins sparkling like electric diamonds. Just a little bit of stardust, whispering hints of heaven.
Jacob’s Song. If it speaks to you, it’s yours as well.