LOVE

A few months ago a sign up sheet went around church for women interested in being part of a musical program. Those who know me, know that I am not musical. I have always wanted to be, but you know when you have it and I sure don't. I was in 9th grade chorus in Jr. High and was told many times by Miss. Taggert that "I did not have a good voice" and "sing softer Sara". I really want to be able to sing, so I signed up to "sing in a group". Well, there were several of us who were in this group to sing at a small gathering of women at a dinner. It was fun and I really was proud of my self for stepping outside my comfort zone. I thought that I was in the clear until our church Christmas party came last Friday and our small little group was asked to sing in front of the entire congregation at the party. Over 100 people. I was willing to do it. How bad could it be. Little did I know that our group of 10 was now like 5. As the curtain opened and I started to sing I was so self conscious. I was worried that I was not "singing soft" enough or that "I had a bad voice".
After it was over I went and sat back by Jason. He said wow you really sang. I said...was I bad? did I look fat....did you hear me? was I really bad? He laughed, smiled and looked at me and said . "I was just going to say that I am proud of you and you did a really great job...who would have known that you could sing?"
With that statement from the love of my life I felt like nothing else mattered. I could sing. I will sing.
I love this man.