There are many times that my exuberance gets the best of me. I get really excited about an idea but forget some big essential part.

I usually push through and embrace it because thank you Lord, you can’t die from embarrassment.

This past weekend I was reminded of the time I was invited to join the church choir. We were stationed in a tiny little town in southern Texas. The climate was hot, the food was hot and they understood my broken Spanish so it was a win-win situation.

We had been attending our church for well over a year when I was volun-told that I would begin running the Sunday night children’s program.

That worked for me because my charges were toddlers. They couldn’t talk back yet and an Oreo was the answer to any hard and/or awkward question.

After a little skit where my toddlers sang and did adorable little hand motions, one of the deacons announced in passing that I would be joining them to sing on Sunday night.

It was one of those moments where you are looking behind yourself to see if he’s pointing at another….. Nope, pointing at me. Fabulous.

I got ridiculously excited. Normally I’m a behind the scenes worker but our church was so small and everyone wore so many hats that I was only too happy to agree.

They asked my favorite song and I picked the one I associate with my grandfather. I went home pumped to tell my husband that I was going to sing with the choir that coming Sunday. And since it was Wednesday and everyone was busy, we didn’t have time to throw in a rehearsal. I just nodded and smiled, happy to be included.

At no point in this process did it occur to me that I can’t sing. I literally can’t carry a tune in a bucket. You know when you sing in the car? He turns the music up just enough to cover me. When you are in public and your favorite song is played somewhere? The children beg me to “don’t even think about it”.

Match pitch? No clue what it means but it sounds fun. Singing in different chords? Clueless. I was going to wing it. My husband was oh so careful to keep his face completely neutral when I shared the news of my upcoming performance. He promised to be there.

I crashed and burned in such an awesome manner. When I fail, I fail with flair. The other two sounded singers sounded great. I sounded like a cat being drug through an automatic machine…. Have you ever been in a situation where you suddenly hear or see yourself and it’s so not like you planned?

Yep, I was standing there stuck in my worst nightmare. In front of the pulpit literally praying please Lord, know that I meant well.

It felt like hours but it was just the second line of the song whenever my eyes hit my husband’s. There he was, smiling at me from the pews…. One of the ten people who showed up on that Sunday night. He must have seen the absolute horror on my face because he just nodded and kept smiling. I could seriously hear his mental message “head up, can’t get any worse now”.

The sweet deacon singing his heart out next to me must have realized as well. He was so slick I doubt anyone even saw him when he reached over and with a flip, turned off my mike. The song suddenly sounded much better and I was free to sing my guts out to my favorite praise song.

I learned a lot that day and it is lessons like this that that remind me to I have to find the humor. I have to laugh at my failures. I survived that day.

Afterwards I started laughing so hard and luckily my embarrassment faded away as the people around me joined in. Have I learned my lesson? About singing in public? Yes. About not thinking things through before agreeing? Nope.

But I’m a work in progress….. at the very least, I can guarantee to provide the people around me with plenty of opportunities to laugh.

Kalynn Brazeal is a conservative, Christian wife/mom/country girl carrying around an MBA, several decades of business experience and a strong opinion. Dividing her time between Grand Lake and Colorado, she continues to share her column on life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness and cake. She can be reached by email at