Sunday, August 22, 2004

My Fanclub

When I was nine, I decided that I wanted to be a famous singer when I grew up. That was my goal, that was my dream. I remember telling friends and having them laugh, but in my heart I knew, I was destined to be the next Amy Grant.
Okay, so , maybe that didn't happen exactly how I planned, but I feel very fortunate to have been able to pursue that to some degree. I have traveled extensively with my music; I even lived on a tour bus and traveled the southern states with big blond hair and a southern gospel quartet. I feel accomplished in that....and blessed.
So living in Saskatchewan; it may not be the southern gospel capital of Canada, however I find myself consistently being asked to sing with the group I am in now. ......and who do I sing to? Old people.
On Friday night I sang at a "jamboree", or so it was called. When we got there, I found out, WE were the jamboree. ....and the average age of out audience....about 103 years old. And....they loved us. They couldn't get enough of us. When they see us around the city, they stop us in the stores...like real celebrities...and talk to us like we know them. ...kinda funny.
Well, I may not be the next Amy Grant (which is fine with me) but I have made a difference....and I have been blessed....by the little old people who love me.

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