She sat listening to the small choir singing, trying not to visibly wince. Instead she gently, gently closed her eyes and prayed.
Dear God, let me hear them as you hear them.
Almost immediately she heard it.
She did not hear glorious music. She did not hear angelic harmonies.
She heard laughter.
It was not cruel laughter. The laughter was not AT the choir.
The laughter was joyous. It seemed to say "I KNOW! They really aren't very good. But aren't they brave? Aren't they happy? And listen. They're singing about me! Isn't it wonderful?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. And tried not to laugh.