The moment has finally arrived. After two years of turning my back on my vocals for the sake of the calling I felt in my bones (Go and do likewise, I heard him whisper), the joy of singing has been returned to me. It was necessary that I spend these recent years determined to give up the art of performance, necessary that I lay myself bare before my King and let him lead me where he willed. It is to my joy that I find him leading me right back to the things I love most.
During my tumultuous teenage years, while I dabbled in spiritual things I didn’t fully comprehend and my mental health plummeted to insanity, I found some release in performance. I studied voice and theatre and was found to have an aptitude for putting on a show. I was also found to lack the sincerity to do it quite as convincingly as the other theatre students. Great actors aren’t afraid to be themselves. But still, I loved musicals more than anything, almost more than the people around me. And perhaps that is why when I found Living Hope, the church that is my home, God was quick to speak it into my heart that the theatre had to go. I couldn’t perform anymore.
Understand, I love God. But I cried for weeks.
People told me that nothing is wasted in God’s economy, that when he gives you a passion and a talent it’s because he intends to use it for his glory, and for the love of mankind. Pardon me, but I felt rather pessimistic at the time. I wasn’t convinced.
But here I find myself, two years later. I spent a year working in a cafe, content to serve coffee forever and to be a ‘salt and light’ representative of God in that way; then got moved to teaching singing; then got put on 100 Huntley Street for ten brief minutes, feeling a promise in my heart that it was not the end. Now I’m to sing in front of people again, by myself. Things seem to have come full circle.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
I am real now. I am healed. I do what I do with sincerity and for the sake of God. I used to love singing and love God. Now I love singing for God.
In three and a half hours we’ll be setting up the mics.
It’s one song. Just one short song, but I haven’t performed in three years. My heart is racing a little bit, I’m part excited and part trepidatious. It’s a dizzying sensation I adore. However, my heart and my prayer is that my King would use this short song to touch people’s souls in a way they haven’t experienced before. Not because I do so well, but simply because he is with me.
Three and a half hours.
I can feel the smile spreading across my lips.
I’m ready to sing.
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So glad to hear that your singing again! ♥
Just goes to show you- everything happens for a reason, even if we can’t figure out quite what that reason is at the time. 😉
Wishing you lots of luck!