Why was I, someone with a passion for music, given the world’s worst voice? Why was I, someone who loves traveling and adventure, paired up with a man who prefers to stay at home? How can I reconcile my refusal to buy shampoos with parabens and sodium lauryl sulfate with my fondness for ingesting toxins in the form of martinis with my girlfriends? Why am I more comfortable slam dancing in a dive bar than I am moving my body during worship at church?
And lastly, why does contemporary Christian music have to be so lame? Every cell in my body screams in protest when I’m listening to the radio and John Tesh electronica crap comes on. Why Lord? Why? I’m really trying here.
If only
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