I literally couldn’t sing any of the right notes. The director laughed and said, “You must just be nervous. Start again from the ‘A.’” But I couldn’t sing an A . . . or anything else, really. Finally, mercifully, the director cut the audition short. Mortified, I escaped the room and dissolved into tears as my plans crumbled around me.
Two weeks later, I went to a Christian Fellowship meeting and then joined their a cappella group. One of the tenors was a cute law student named Jeff Feldhahn. I would never have met him if God had spared me that time of anguish and allowed my plan to become reality.
As I recounted the story to that devastated mom and daughter twenty years later, I could see their recognition that, as the daughter said, “I know His plans are always better. But it just hurts.”
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