When God passed out singing talents, He skipped right over me. I can’t carry a tune no matter how hard I try. How I wish I could. But, I can’t.
Nevertheless, I love to sing! I usually reserve my concerts for when it is just me — in the car, with the windows rolled up tight, and the radio blasting. I mostly listen to either Christian music or oldies from the 60s and 70s. My memory is pitiful when it comes to why I walked into the kitchen, but I can remember a lot of the lyrics of old songs.