It's mine

I grew up in a musical family and I love singing. I can sing, but recently I decided I am probably getting a bit past it. My voice sounds raspy to me.

On Sunday I was at singing practice before church with two other singers. I listened to us practicing together and realized we were sounding good together. I also realized we would be inaudible in the midst of a congregation. I had a deep sense that we should be heard, because that would lead and lift the congregation. I also wanted to say, "dont be audible, be humble, be quiet". My ego is masterful at disguising itself as humility.

The very gracious music leader accepted my suggestion that the three of us use microphones so we were audible. The singing that day went off! It was amazing and it lifted the roof.

A woman came up to me at the end and said, "You have a beautiful voice." I felt my heart stir. I remembered that I was about to write my voice off, I had given it a performance rating and it wasn't up to scratch. But that is not why I was given a voice. Not to be measured, assessed, compared or rated. That's my ego on overdrive. I realised it was not about me, my voice could be used to bring life into the lives of others.

My voice? No, it's not really mine after all.