What's pain-ted you to singing?
I meant to write "what's pointed you to singing?" But the pain typo pun struck me. The hurt that led me to sing was also like paint slowly applied to a canvas, creating an integrated work over time. 🎨 Singing is a healing art. It’s a win-win because it can restore the singer and the hearer at the same time. The divine design for my life includes something like: Things are going to shake down in Dan’s life that hurt. We’ll give him a strong flame of faith that will stay lit through all manner of shenanigan rain, poppycock gusts, and floods of rigamarole. We’ll send wise, loving teachers, stick-with-him friends, and patient mentors in his path to gold-cement him back together when he gets busted up. Hopefully, he’ll listen to them. And, we’ll make it so that singing is something he needs to do. This way, when he wants to give up, that faith fire will urge him to work out his breathing, pitch, tension, psychological, self-concept, music theory, vocal transition, shame, and other general challenges. And, we’ll give him a heaping scoop of inquisitiveness that will show up as unwieldy know-it-all-ism, but the aforementioned bust-ups will provide ample opportunity to transform it into curiosity and wonder. Then he can use the truths he gained in number 4 to help other folks who need to sing. Ok, hands in the middle! 1-2-3 Gooooooo Divine Life Design Team! Where do you spot patterns in your life that have led you to sing?