My voice is a gift, nothing that I earned on my own. In case I forget that my voice is important,
I must remember child birth. The
sweetest sound to a new mother’s ears (and medical staff’s too!) is a baby’s
cry. Their voice.
My DNA, my heritage, my ethnicity, my upbringing, my
experiences all add to that voice and play a role in the message God has given
me to share.
Yet the choice is all mine-- I am never forced to use my
voice.
Temptations creep up all the time. Offers of compromise are tossed about like dry,
fallen leaves in the breeze. A dollar
here, a deal there. Publicity here, a
retweet there. Followers here, new
friends there. If I nip and tuck my
voice, removing all that is truly, honestly, really me then maybe I can sound
like _______________(insert name of favourite person here).
But I’m not them. I’m
me. My voice is perfect for me, for God’s
plan. No matter how much I’m risking to
change on the outside, my voice will always give me away.
Shortly after that, some bystanders approached Peter. "You've got to be one of them. Your accent gives you away."~~Matthew 26:73 (The Message)
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PS: At the end of The Little Mermaid, after a dramatic scuffle, Ariel does get her voice back. If only real life would always guarantee a happy ending too...
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