Voices

When I was four or five years old, I remember standing in the hallway just outside my bedroom at our home in Flatrock Park. (The acoustics were great!) Pretend microphone in hand, I would sing 'opera' to my audience of none, curtsy, then take my leave. I loved pretending almost as much as I enjoyed hearing my voice echo off the walls! Though I did not sing in public until much much later, I still remember how I loved being that hallway opera star!

Everyone has a voice, their own unique sound that...identifies who they are and makes them what they are. True, not everyone should be an opera star, but still their voice needs to be heard. For a voice is what makes a person's soul come to life.

A voice breathes life into emotions, words and music that may have died a slow and painful death otherwise.

How have you used your voice lately?

What have you given life to?

Have you used it in praise or in condemnation? Expressed love or caused someone else pain?

Shouts of joy or angry shouting matches?

No one but you can use your voice. And after you're gone...either from the room, or from this life, what you have said or sung may continue to linger on. For generations, even.

Your voice is you and you're important. Say or sing something special and memorable...to someone special and memorable...before time takes all your air away.