I'm six years old. Standing on that old wooden stage in the back of the park.
The aluminum benches are empty.
I close my eyes and the benches are filled. They listening.
Waiting.
Waiting for me to sing. Watching me, expecting. I open my mouth silently and begin to sing in my mind.
They're all listening.
I open my eyes. The benches are empty. My mother calls my name in the distance.
Fast forward 14 years.
I stand behind the curtain. Heart pounding. It's time.
I walk onto the stage and the crowd goes crazy. My friends and family have made their own cheering section, posters and everything.
The music starts, and I open my mouth to sing....with my eyes open.
Remembering....I love to remember. When I remember I see exactly how far God has brought me. That six year old girl singing to an imaginary audience never thought anyone would ever listen to her or cheer her on. She only lived in a world of pretend.
Look at her now.
Now she's all grown up, going away to college to sing with some of the best gospel voices out there, and most importantly searching for God's will in her life and ministry. She knows it won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
I'm proud of her.
I'm proud of me.
She still has dreams though so let's sit back and watch how far God takes her.
