I was reluctant to accept in the beginning.
A position in which I was hidden was not one that I was interested in.
I was made to be up front. Always. That was my calling.
There was no glory or honor in back-up.
But I conceded once.
And the rest of the years followed.
Parts of choruses with no name.
The second soprano, alto or contralto harmonies no one else wanted.
I became the filler.
I watched how the lead’s hands trembled with the responsibility and I was humbled.
I learned how to watch the lead’s body for when he took his breaths; his mouth to perfectly mimic his phrasing.
I learned to listen to what he said without using words.
I learned how to read full page instructions in his/her eyes.
I learned how to follow seamlessly.
I learned how to be a good follower.
I learned what a gracious and humble and honorable thing it is to do.
And I stopped to listen.
This was my calling.
To learn how to watch for God’s lead.
Watch his mouth.
Listen to His words unspoken.
Because I fell from glory and begrudgingly accepted a position I deemed unfit for myself, I became a Daughter.
How much more could I be without getting in the way?