One of the things I appreciate about this calling is the way the music just flows around in my brain all week as I prepare for Sunday. From my earliest years there has been Primary music in my life. This music and the feelings it stirs never change. It is a constant and steady influence that I treasure. I clearly remember the room where I attended Primary many years ago. Every week I walked down a long hall to an open door with familiar, reverent, sacred music drawing me in and a smiling woman standing at the door. There was a beautiful painting of Jesus hanging at the front of the room, friends sitting on heavy carved benches and that music playing in the background.
This has never really changed, though the benches have changed again and again. Over many years now, I have been the smiling woman at the door, or the smiling woman playing or leading the music, or singing this music in a classroom, family night or as a lullaby. Always, these special songs have filled my heart with the knowledge that I am a child of a loving Heavenly Father, that Jesus is my loving friend, and that all is right with the world. These songs allow me to express my testimony in a way that I cannot speak. And, even at my age, when I sing about my two little hands, I pause to think about whether they have learned to obey. With all of the turmoil in the world around me I am glad for the influence of steady, sacred music. The music that I have been singing for many years. I love those things that never, never change!