🍂 Sit With Me: “Who, Me?” 🍂

 🍂 Sit With Me: “Who, Me?” 🍂

The other night, I was taking entrance money at our girls’ volleyball league when I saw a young girl from church, Harlow. Not long ago, she had sung Desperate by Jamie McDonald, and the way she poured herself into that song—it moved me deeply. It was the kind of knowing, heartfelt singing that makes you pause, because you can tell she wasn’t just performing. She was praying with melody.

I couldn’t keep quiet. I leaned over and told her how much her song had touched me, how she had sung it with such feeling that I knew she understood what it meant. Her mom smiled and then asked, almost casually, “Do you ever give voice lessons?”

And without thinking, I laughed and said, “Who, me?”

But later, those words lingered in my mind. Who, me? The truth is, my grandpa showed me long ago how important singing for God is. It wasn’t about being perfect or polished—it was about giving Him your heart. My dad carried that gift forward, and I tried to do the same when I sang His Eyes at his funeral, reminding everyone that God sees what we cannot. And now, years later, I had the chance to pass on even a small piece of that legacy to Harlow, by noticing her and affirming her gift.

I didn’t need to open a studio or put up a “Voice Lessons Here” sign. What mattered in that moment was simply seeing her heart, just as someone once saw mine. Sometimes encouragement is the most powerful kind of teaching.

“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.” (Zechariah 4:10)

Small beginnings: a girl’s song, a few encouraging words, a smile from her mom. God rejoices in them. My “Who, me?” may feel too small to matter, but He can turn even the simplest seed into a harvest.

So I keep learning this: nothing given in His name is wasted. My grandpa’s song, my dad’s legacy, my own faltering notes—they’re still alive, moving forward in ways I can’t always see.

And sometimes, all He asks me to do is speak a kind word to a ten-year-old who dared to sing her heart out.