I sang a solo at church for the first time in my 60 (yes, I am) years.
I've sung duets and trios and quartets and choir. And I've sung solo in my car...very loudly.
But never a public solo where if you mess up you can't point to someone else.
I was a fill-in and didn't even know I was doing it until the hour before.
I told my Sunday School student (she's 80 years old and a Special Olympics medal winner) that I was nervous. She just patted my arm and said, "You'll do fine!" I thanked her, and said I was afraid that I'd make a mistake. And she just told me, "It's okay, no one is perfect." She had made me feel so much better, reminding me that no one is perfect.
As I waited, my mouth was dry, my hands were shaking. I took deep breaths trying to steady my heart beat. I stashed my "mouth moistening" piece of Orbit spearmint down by my cheek and gums and walked to the microphone. I began. My voice started softly, as I knew that would be safest. My husband was on the sound board and my sister-in-law was playing piano. I trusted that they would make sure my voice was heard. My eyes tried to see the music and the people all at the same time, and that's how I messed up. One little word, two times!
In the middle of "In the Garden" I started to smile. I was remembering "It's okay, no one is perfect", but God loves us anyway.