Saturday night was the long-awaited talent show at my wife’s family reunion in Grand Island Nebraska.
Read this first to know the context of what follows.
Three fourth’s the way through the program it was my turn.
While I had the normal pre-performance jitters, I was actually pretty calm and relaxed until I had the floor.
As I stood in front of the group, I got choked up.
A wave of emotion hit me out of nowhere, and my voice started to break.
100% happy/ positive good stuff going on inside..but wow…
Took me 20 seconds to compose myself.
(Talk about a hook to get people’s attention) 😉
It all started back in July of 2015 when I watched a little girl, (I’m guessing she was about 4) sing a solo in front of 90 people, most of whom she didn’t know.
The next morning when I complimented her on her performance, she asked me a question that has followed me around for 3 years…”Why hadn’t I signed up for the talent show?”
Her question caught be off guard, and whenever I thought of it, it felt like God (or the universe if you prefer) was gently asking me that question.
Why not? Why hadn’t I put myself out there?…And the bigger question, not just at a family talent show but in a hundred other situations in life as a whole.
What am I afraid of?
was, is, I fear of making a fool of myself. I fear I have nothing worthwhile to contribute.
These kind of thoughts normally keeps me safely in my seat, hidden in the middle of the audience.
But in the weeks leading up to this family reunion, that question continued to challenge me. I realized I did have something (possibly several somethings ) I could share) Maybe my “talent”, didn’t fit into the standard box at a talent show..(sing, play a musical instrument, or dance) but that’s OK.
I opted to tell a short story.
Yea, I took several of yours advice and told a story. Condensed something that normally takes me 30 minutes to tell into 3 minutes, so it was a little abbreviated, but that’s OK.
I pushed past my insecurities and fears and did it.
To use a biblical word picture, I heard a voice calling me to step out of the boat, and walk on water.…
Picture of Mary and I afterwards.