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August Blog Challenge - Day 17

What is the one thing you wish you were great at?

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.


I wish I could sing.  Well, I do sing.  A lot.  Badly.  And the sad part is, I'm not tone-deaf.  So I can tell.  It doesn't stop me.  I still sing my heart out all the time.  I blast the music, dance and sing along. I apologize sincerely if you ever had to hear it.

I love music.  I love it when I find a song that expresses just how I feel.  Or when a song comes on that brings back a memory, vivid, sharp, the moment flooding back.  I love how a song can make you think of a certain person.  A certain time. How music can change your mood.  I love to listen to the radio.  My kids say I have Radio-ADHD because I search through the channels, surfing until I find just the right song. Car rides with me are annoying.  But I love to be surprised by a song.

My life has been full of people who sing.  Dave, Mark, Erik - translating our lives into song, music filling our homes, our lives.  Peter singing a memory over the phone.  Judy and Jeffrey's voices lifted in praise on Sundays.  Kenny's monotone humming with his headphones on.  Kaitlyn singing as she puts on her makeup.  Zach, singing with Tiffany, "Stand in the rain, you won't drown." Melinda singing to toddlers "My cuppy cake." Hanna's "Amazing Grace" at Dave's service.  The children from Sunday school singing to the Music Man "Let my song be a sweet perfume, rising up to heaven." Kevin Loomer, voice as strong and clear as his heart, singing at WWCC.

I'm grateful.

So, I'll keep singing, too.  But just to myself.  You know, to protect your ears and all.


  1. Exactly my feeling! I can sing, and I used to sing well enough to perform, but I no longer can, and I was never REALLY good. I'd give my left arm...


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