mr.colon

I think reality shows are dumb. I cringe at the thought of wasting evenings week after week following these individuals who will be forgotten by the time the new season begins. And even though I love music, I don't like reality shows like American Idol. And I would never ever ever vote for a contestant on a show. That's like sinking down to a level I would never recover from.

But I'm coming clean and finally admitting this: I watched The Voice. And I loved it. And I voted for a contestant. Once.

Whew, it feels good to get that off my chest.

I don't care that he's the older, more mature version of Justin Bieber...his swagger, white teeth, and oh so smooth voice have enchanted me. I don't care that his last name is the same as the last part of the digestive system. And I don't care that he's old and married. He has the voice of an angel and my ears are happy today.
And some lyrics from his new single reminds me of my God. It is He who puts my broken pieces back together...stitch by stitch.

"And I'll give you all my pieces broken

In your hands, there's nothing that you can't fix

My heart is frayed, my scars are open

So put me back together now, stitch by stitch

Put me back together now, stitch by stitch

What you say, without words, resuscitates what was numb inside

So repair me, every thread of me, 'cause you're bringing me back to life

I'll be okay, 'cause you heal me..."