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?

 The Tomboy

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.

Margaret Kazmierczak learns to sing a new song

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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Margaret Kazmierczak

Margaret Kazmierczak nee Doust was born in 1958 in Redhill, Surrey, England. Had her father gotten his way, she would have been called Margaret Angela Doust with initials M.A.D. To avoid endless teasing, her parents dropped the middle name. She loved writing in her head, but found putting pen to paper difficult due to her dyslexia and inability to read. Her belief that she could write came when she submitted a sermon to a retreat master as a novice in a Contemplative Order. His advice to her: if you decide that this life is not for you, you must become a writer. After three years, she did leave, then life became busy and got complicated when she married her husband Peter and had three children. Finally after thirty years, the Retreat Master’s words became true and a writer was born.

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