During his time as a Presbyterian pastor, my chosen Dad, David, used to do this silly little thing unconsciously until we pointed it out to him. Every time the church sang the hymn “Amazing Grace,” and we hit the highest note —
“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like *meeeeeee*”
he would lift himself up higher on his toes as he reached for the note. It was a very dear visual. He would do this on every single verse, mostly unaware that he was doing it.
Yesterday, I led a church service with this hymn, and in a very subtle way (nowhere as obvious as he used to do) I would flex that part of my foot and lift myself ever so slightly higher just to feel connected to him.
–Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 