I walked onto our church’s stage for my first practice as part of our youth group choir. “Alto,” said the pianist, who had taught my sixth-grade choir group the year before.
I felt a bit left out as I sat on the front row while most of my friends joined the ranks of sopranos behind me. I remember thinking that my teacher didn’t think my voice was as good as my friends’ voices. But now years later, I love singing alto and finding the harmony in songs, and I know that while I’ll likely never be a soloist (which is fine with me), that doesn’t mean my role as an alto is less important than someone else’s role in the choir.
As a single woman now officially in my 30s, I again sometimes feel left out as I attend friends’ baby or bridal showers. Sitting through another woman-to-woman devotional centered around the callings of marriage and motherhood that very well may never apply to my life…well, I don’t always have the best attitude about it.
So much variety