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Mondays I’m usually hoarse after ministering on Sundays. This particular Sunday I had two services where I used my vocal instrument. After the second service my beloved tells me, “You just ought to accept the fact that you are anointed [oh no, not the “a” word] to sing [LOL, are you serious?].”

Do you know how long I’ve fought this?

YEARS!

Let’s just say there were a couple of past experiences that convinced me otherwise. I remember one gentlemen telling me I had the voice of an angel. I didn’t laugh but graciously thanked him and was convinced that Holy Spirit did a work somewhere between sound leaving my mouth and entering folks ears.

Today my husband said I should finally make peace with being a singer.

OK.

I know being hoarse every Sunday is not a good thing and I need to learn how to take care of my voice. So the good people on YouTube will be helping me out and then there is the gift that is my hubby who will vocally whip me up and down scales.

Anita Baker, Kim Burrell I am not.

But apparently there is something there and it works.

Now to train and take care of what God saw fit to entrust me with.

Can’t go around sounding like a drag queen every Monday!