This week's prompt: What would you do differently, if you knew no one would judge you?
I love to sing! Mostly, though, I don't do it unless I am alone. I can't stand my voice. The old recordings of people mocking my voice, laughing at me, saying that I couldn't carry a tune in a tin bucket (who could?), and that I sounded disgusting have muted the song in me that is dying to get out. Their laughter brought me tears deeper than they could ever fathom.
Heavenly Father gave me a song in my dreams once, but when I woke up I could no longer remember the words. The voice was the most beautiful that I have ever heard. I can still feel the music that was left behind.
If I could sing without fear of judgement and ridicule, I would sing and probably never stop.