I’d like to leave you with a song that I’ve always loved. When I hear those first deep notes, something inside of me lifts–and no one sings it quite like Lynda Randle!
And I sing because I’m happy
I sing because I’m free!
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he’s watching me.
I’m a terrible singer. Only the shower can forgive me when I belt out Christmas carols and church songs while I deep condition my hair. But I’ve embraced that. I sing because I’m happy.
What do you sing in the shower? Show tunes? Commercials? Celine Dion?
I won’t judge. Shower singing is all about joy.