Then I went to church yesterday. My daughter, Cali, was asked to sing in church. She had practiced during the week and was prepared. She sang a beautiful version of the hymn, "I Know that My Redeemer Lives."
About halfway through the song Cali lost her place. She isn't sure what happened, but she couldn't figure out where she was. She had to stop and ask her accompanist where they were, all in front of our large church congregation. As you can imagine, she was embarrassed and frustrated.