As a teenager, I secretly desired to sing solos. In my family growing up with five brothers and two sisters, we traveled the country in ministry, quoting Bible stories and singing . . . all ten of us as a choir, creating quartettes, trios . . . and I got two solos.. I felt too insignificant to pop my head up, to try, to take the chance . . . for any reason. Not until I married Eric did I seriously pursue my desire to be a vocalist. He played percussion in the Bud Wilson Big Band, with thirty two professional musicians. They didn’t have a vocalist. Hmmm; dare I? The audition was comical. The band leader had written music for his former singer who had a high voice. My lower voice had to jump an octave here or there to finish the song. He gave me my chance and rewrote the music for my lower range. Thirty classics learned (quite different from gospel music) I was on: vocalist for a big band, until his death.
Right after 9/11 we performed at a military club. Their demand for patriotic songs filled the night. I knew them well. Here I was filling a role, as a full house roared and cheered as one for our country. The nudge in my soul was expressed that night.
If a quiet motivation won’t go away, maybe it is an inborn gift so natural you don’t recognize it as a gift. Speaking, singing, and painting, diplomacy, caring for the poor and downtrodden, ministering to mentally or physically sick: there may be dormant gifts in you, waiting to be polished.
As you polish passions and develop priorities every person in your world benefits. Become all you can be; everybody is richer. Who are you? Give to your world the gifts that make you unique. Along the way your sense of purpose and joy will grow. You will become whole.