When I was younger….I knew that I knew…..that I knew….
….I was going to make it onto Star Search.
To me….it wasn’t really a question of if….more of a question of when.
You see….I knew that one day I was going to be discovered singing quietly to myself in aisle seven of Wal-Mart. The notes would dance softly across the polished linoleum floors….into the waiting ears of a big Hollywood agent who would immediately….on bended knee….offer to represent me.
And then he would whisk me away to the Star Search stage…..
….to a world of fame and fortune and a long and illustrious singing career.
It was going to be amazing.
I couldn’t wait to see my name in lights.
Except for one, tiny, insignificant, often-overlooked, miniscule detail.
I couldn’t sing.
Not even a note.
I can remember trying out for the solo part in “Away in the Manger” in the Christmas program at church.
I sat at the piano in the music room with the choir director as she listened to my enthusiastic over-the-top-complete-with-choreography-totally-off-key rendition of the song.
And after the first verse….she stopped me quickly with an awkward smile and asked me if I was nervous….
….and offered to play the song on the piano for me so I could hear the notes.
I took this as an encouragement.
Step 2 in the audition process.
And so I sang louder and stronger with more gusto and proceeded to act out the entire first verse of the song.
And when I finished…..
…..she sat there for a moment without saying a word.
Then…in a sweet and gentle voice….she told me that she loved my dramatic song interpretation….especially the part when the cattle were lowing.
And even though she thought that I would have made an amazing soloist….she had decided…..with moves like that…..
….I would make the perfect innkeeper’s wife.
And I was.
An amazing non-singing innkeeper’s wife that is.
I never sang a solo in that children’s choir.
But life went on.
And I grew up and got married and had four children and moved to a farmhouse in the middle of no where.
However….the story doesn’t end there.
Last week….I sat in a church pew and waited with anticipation as two golden-haired, blue-eyed twins in matching silver dresses with black bows…..stood up to sing one of my favorite Christmas carols….
….Away in the Manger.
And as the piano started to play the first notes of the song….I held my breath and listened…..
…..as two tiny clear voices rang out loud and strong.
Every note in tune.
Every note as clear as a bell.
They finished that long ago chapter and sang the song that I never could…..
….with voices straight from my heart.
PS They didn’t add any choreography…..but don’t worry….I had it covered.