Social media has some saving attributes. One is seeing sweet grandbabies . . . even if some are a good five hours north of here. The latest post was video showcasing my 7-year old granddaughter Kandyce and her older sister Karlie singing in church.
They can do what ol' Mawmaw can't . . . they can sing. It reminded me of their parents singing in front of an audience for the first time. In fact, I've even written about them.
I was never sure how it was going to go. Perhaps, you've had the privilege of being in the audience at a talent show, school try-outs or your child's play. Really, I was simply praying they wouldn't be traumatized by the event, because I knew that pain. Yep, I can still feel it today. I was 10 years old when humiliation reigned.
Singing in front of a crowd wasn't my finest moment. Nobody had the heart to tell me I wasn't born to sing. As a child, my own tone-deaf ears deceived me. I believed I was a singing fool. I loved to sing with more gusto than anyone else in the choir. I always wondered why the choir director's pinched gaze was usually fixed on me.
In my blissful ignorance, I continued to sing and sing loudly. The choir director decided to set me straight. She chose me and one other girl who couldn't sing either to do a duet in front of the whole church. From the pained expressions it became evident; I didn't sing as well as I thought. It almost took away the song in my heart.
So, you see, when I'm channel surfing and an "American Idol" or "The Voice" contestant happens to bellow out of key, I feel their pain. Some people don't understand how a person can't figure out that they're off-key. I sure can.
I guess that's the reason I'm in prayer mode when I hear my children performing. They usually are all business and business is good. They happen to be blessed with voices unlike mine, as are their children. It was such a pleasure to hear grandbabies singing in sync, in key and with such sweet abandon. Can I get an amen?
That'll preach. It's neat to see people succeed, to find their niche. Singing before an audience doesn't happen to be mine, but we all can "sing" at something. Don't allow failure to keep you from finding your "song." All of our voices are unique. We just sing in different ways. A friend gave me a reminder, "Our lives can sing for the lost, the lonely, the hurt and the defenseless."
Mother Teresa said, "Life is a song, sing it." We all have a voice. Even if you aren't picked for an album cover, your life can resonate with God's melody. Let's sing with our lives. You were born to sing. We all were. God will give you your key. So, make a joyful noise unto the Lord. Belt it out, baby.
Blessings to all those who have sung in the key of "freedom." Happy Memorial Day!
Kandi Farris, a freelance correspondent, also is a speaker on matters of faith and values.相关的主题文章：


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