Confession time. One of my guilty pleasure’s is DVRing The Voice and watching it with the family. I love that show!
Have you seen the blind auditions? A person takes the stage and sings. They can only be voted on by their voice. The sound, tone, uniqueness, pitch and how their gift resonates with the audience. Nothing else matters (looks, dress, what qualifies them, or their life experiences), because the only thing speaking for them at that moment is their own voice.
Can you imagine taking a stage like that? Maybe you don’t sing, but what if you wrote, painted, sculpted or told a life story while the world had their back turned? Would your voice, the art that represents you, come across as unique? Would it be you through and through? Would you have more confidence to step out and be you if no one was watching?
I love this time of year in Texas. Bluebonnets are blooming everywhere. It is a sight to be seen with such majestic beauty. When I see the first patch of Bluebonnets, it’s as if they are speaking to me “spring is here, spring is here.” In a naturalistic kind of way, they have a voice.
But what about you? What is your voice?
If you were to stand up and talk, sing, paint, or sculpt, what would your voice’s uniqueness say? What passion and style would be conveyed? What is your heart dying to tell the world?
Oh I do hope you know, because you are The Voice!