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31 Days: Talk


It was a busy weekend for me and my sister. On Saturday night, we went to the Francesca Battistelli concert. We splurged for the VIP packet, which allowed us to attend a pre-concert talk with her.

It was so interesting to hear her talk about her process of writing music and choosing songs for an album. And it was interesting that she said she didn't feel like she was a singer until her second album. The woman with her in the photo, her friend and backup singer, was shocked that she hadn't realized how talented she was until her second album. Up until then, Francesca had thought of herself as a songwriter, not a singer. How amazing that she didn't fully appreciate her ability until that point.

She also told a story about a time in her life when she fully put her trust in God and canceled a surgery to correct her scoliosis because she felt that she was hearing from God that he was going to heal her.

Throughout the concert, she took some time to talk about her doubts in who she was and where she belonged. It was such a comfort to me to hear someone who is so talented, who has a music ministry that reaches millions, talk about her doubts about who she is and where she belongs. Even though I was in an room full of people, I felt less alone hearing her talk about the things that I struggle with.

As I left the arena, I purchased this shirt to remind me of all the positive things I heard that evening. I am free to be me, thanks to whose I am. That's something I am positive is true.


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