I grew up playing piano. So much of my life was expressed through music--piano instruction is where I learned determination and persistence. Piano is how I worship God. Terry and I don't have a piano, so since I was married, so I practiced and played at my church. WHen I was no longer on staff at a church--and had a small child--it was difficult to find a venue and time to play. I have missed piano and longed for it. Terry bought me a guitar a few years ago, thinking it would help fill the musical void. I've tried to play, but have gotten stuck on the "F" and "B" chords. Plus strumming is so weird to me! I'm still determined to learn, but the piano has my heart.
Well, our church is having an "Alpine Preview" (read: audition) for their band. I'd been praying about playing piano again, and read this as perhaps a chance to serve God and in turn, have the gift of music given back to me. I stopped in at church today to pick up the lead sheets and CD, and asked if the keyboard was set up during the week, and could I please practice on it? Our pastor actually had a beautiful spare keyboard in the backroom that he loaded in my van for me to take home and borrow. I felt so blessed--God's goodness just brings me to tears. Even if I'm too rusty and out of practice to play in the band, I'm so grateful to have a week or two to practice and play again.
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