A cute mom from church came up to me while I was at work and told me that, though she couldn't tell who I was because her eyes had steadily become worse, she had heard me singing at Mass and she asked her husband who I was. She said that my voice touched her so deeply that it moved her to tears. She then proceeded to tell me that I needed to go on American Idol :) I'm not mentioning this so that I can get responses or sit high on my horse, it just doesn't seem to match with my perception of what my voice is like. Perhaps God desires to heal that misconception of, not only my voice, but how I see myself.
So...
God...
Take my voice.
Take my heart.
I surrender.














