Counting the Cost by Jill Duggar EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available for Free Download
- Author: Jill Duggar
- Language: English
- Genre: Biographies of the Rich & Famous
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 2.7 MB
- Price: Free
Sweet Jilly Mun
My parents didn’t believe in magic. They didn’t believe in dancing, either.
But they understood the power of music. And like all magicians, they knew
exactly when to wield it.
Just the sound of Mom loading a cassette into the tape player was enough to
call us all to order. With one press of that button marked play, we would stop.
We would listen. We would zip up our mouths, lock our feet on the ground and
our eyes on Mom. We would be in her control completely, held by the threesecond silence before the music would start, ready for whatever came next.
Sometimes it was a violin and a piano. Other times a rousing chorus of voices.
On the rarest occasions we might hear drums, but only if they accompanied a
marching band. It would take years before I would have the words to accurately
describe and dene the narrow genres of music we were allowed to listen to—a
cappella hymns, southern gospel, certain classical pieces like Handel’s Water
Music. I was an adult by the time I could understand the reasons why these, and
these alone, were the kinds of music that were allowed to ll the air of the
Duggar household. But back then, in that sweaty living room, I didn’t have any
need for words. The music alone was enough.
I liked it best when Mom played “Ever in Joyful Song!” Almost immediately
the violin was marching and spinning and twisting like a kite caught in a storm.
All of us Duggar kids would get caught up in it, from my oldest brother, Josh,
down to whichever baby would be old enough to rock on all fours, dribbling
At times, music was a distraction. Mom used it as a tool to break us out of a
cranky mood or inject a little joy when it was needed. Other times she’d use it as
a motivator to keep us on task as we folded laundry or unloaded groceries.
Whatever the reason for pressing play, she used it wisely. Music had power, and
it could be turned o as easily as it was turned on. Especially if someone
mentioned the D word.
“Look,” one of my younger siblings would say quietly to another little
Duggar. “I’m dancing!”
“Hey guys, listen,” Mom would say, her sweetest smile back once more. “We
don’t dance. Remember, we want to be careful how we move our bodies, so we
don’t draw attention to the wrong areas. It’s okay to jump for joy when we are
excited, but we don’t dance.”
Most times the music would go back on, and we’d be allowed to continue.
But if someone’s joy jumping got a little too physical, it was either Handel’s
Water Music or game over: silence.
For More Read Download This Book