In Fear of Rogue Strings


On Saturday, the women from my church gathered for dessert to discuss our women’s ministry. I had been asked to lead our singing time, and this time I decided to accompany myself with a guitar. Normally when I sing, I find an accompanist. Not this time. Why not save someone the effort and take care of it myself, I thought.

I played guitar for years, but I turned to vocals only later in life. Here and there I’d pick up the guitar, and for a while I played for the children during my Sunday School class. (I think I will start doing that again.)

Out of practice — yes.

This photo shows my preparation for the dreaded changing of the guitar strings. The job was necessary as the strings were old and dirty, and sounded dull. One hope I had was that I would avoid poking an eye or slashing my face with one of those long, sharp-ended, steel strings. I can recall the pain from past pokes and slashes like they happened yesterday.

The other hope was that I would be able to lead those ladies in a time of love for God through song without flubbing a chord.

All went well; my friends are forgiving, and I tamed the rogue strings.


Darla McDavid

I'm Darla, a writer of stories about family, friends, goodness, and God. I love cats, coffee, gardening, and tall stacks of books. Click here to subscribe to my blog. You can also find me on Facebook and Instagram. In my other life, I'm an administrative professional and a Sunday School teacher for preschoolers.

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  1. you are much braver than I! 😉 but I am glad you are since you made beautiful music with your ladies. 🙂
    Also wanted to let you know I reserved my copy of the sequel to “To Kill A Mockingbird”. Let me know when you start reading – looking forward to discussing it with you.


      • I reserved it at our local bookstore – before I read your article on the library! But on an up note, I am supporting a local business that has had a bookstore downtown for over 50 years. 🙂


  2. I’m in awe of string-accomplished musicians. Our pastor’s wife plays the violin beautifully, can play classical hymns and accompany the choir as well as play it like a fiddle while the children’s choir does foot-stomping, hand-clapping, loud singing. Her husband and their daughters all play the guitar, and when they play together on Sundays, it is a beautiful tribute and inspiration.
    Bless you for stepping up to lead the singing AND providing the music, Darla. It adds so much.


    • I do love it when people in the congregation share their musical gifts in worship. I always wanted to play that gorgeous instrument, the violin. It was the first one snatched up by those of us who borrowed instruments when I was in elementary school, and I never had a chance with it. I learned to play the flute and clarinet instead.


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