Oh I wish I could sing – “thank you for the music, the song I’m singing”! What wonderful words by Abba. Unfortunately, my version is a little off tune and out of sync. A bit like a hippopotamus wanting to be an opera singer. A ridiculous idea . . . but is it? Can a hippopotamus be an opera singer?
As a small child, being a little girl contradicted the status quo in our family. I had three brothers—no room for frilly dresses or playing with dollies. To be included in the fun and games and not be left out, I donned jeans. Whatever my brothers did, I chose to do it better.
I refused to be the goalie. That tended to be where the rubbish football (soccer for my American friends) players were put. In time, I earned my place as a striker. I sang my song loudly, ’cause everyone listened when I started to sing’ (Abba). Football made me strong, physically and mentally. One of the boys.
But was I happy being something that I was not created to be?
“For thou art an holy people unto the Lord thy God: the Lord thy God hath chosen thee to be a special people unto himself, above all people that are upon the face of the earth.” Deuteronomy 7:6 (KJV)
Singing a different song
Making girl friends as a tomboy at school proved rather difficult.Talk of fashion and make-up bored me. My female peers definitely sang a different song. Consequently, I sought out male friends instead to talk about football. The boys accepted me, but the girls saw me as odd, possibly eccentric. Football fine-tuned my melody.
When I left home and my brothers’ influence became fainter, the song diminished over time. Football took its toll, and with back problems, I could no longer play. So “thank you for the music, the song I’m singing” toppled off the number one spot in my charts. No longer did I need to play my brothers’ games or fit into a male dominated household.
I felt lost.
God loves you just the way you are, but He refuses to leave you that way. He wants you to be just like Jesus. – Max Lucado
My journey to find out who God wanted me to be had begun.
“I have loved you, my people, with an everlasting love. With unfailing love I have drawn you to myself. Jeremiah 31:3
Hippo to opera singer!
Remember the hippopotamus who wanted to become an opera singer? Why shouldn’t she rise to this challenge if she believes in her own abilities? Her songs may only be audible to her, but they are fit for the Albert Hall of Africa.
Thankful for who I am
Being the person acceptable in my family home did not make me happy. It taught me to adapt to the circumstances but did not bring contentment. Peace came when I thanked God for who I really was–a beautiful woman loved by Him.
A new song of thankfulness now flows from my heart. “Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.” Psalm 147:7-8
Has God shown you how to accept yourself?
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