There are no coincidences
There are truly no coincidences.
Several years ago, I was a staff singer at a church. We were preparing a choir number for the upcoming service, but the director was unexpectedly called away at the last minute, and I was asked if I had anything in my book related to Psalm 23.
Turns out I did. Just a few months prior, a friend had invited me to sing at her mother’s funeral, and Bobby McFerrin’s arrangement of Psalm 23 was one of the requested songs. A dedication to Bobby’s own mother, it is a celebration of the divine feminine and quickly became a favorite.
The accompanist and I quickly put it together, and this happy accident had a happy ending.
Then, my own mother unexpectedly passed just two days later.
There are truly no coincidences.