I am stepping out of my comfort zone. This isn’t the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
Obedience often demands it.
This blog post isn’t for everyone. It’s a little awkward and not very flattering.
Obedience overrules my inconvenience.
And my pride. God is teaching me new things every day, and part of that learning process is
I am embarrassed to say that this has been a long time coming. And I would be remiss if I didn’t confess that this is a letting go, of sorts. I’m a pastor’s wife. Pastor’s wives are “supposed to be able to sing and play the piano”, right? Nope. Not this girl. My parents tried. I took piano lessons in elementary school, but this tomboy would rather be outside climbing trees than sitting on a bench practicing her scales.
Don’t get me wrong–I love music. I treasure the moments from my past when my Dad and Mom would have jam sessions with their friends. Sunday mornings we woke up to donuts and the Goodman Family. You could find no less than 5-6 instruments in our house, and the only thing I could play with any ease was the tambourine. I am just not gifted the way my father was, and I still pine away for the sound of my daughter playing the piano in her room, or my son playing guitar at all hours of the night. There is nothing sweeter.
Except when you feel like you fall short.
So this happened today:
Please hear me. I want nothing more than to encourage you, as the Lord did me today, to sing with all your heart. He hears more than the notes or the melody. He hears your heart. And just as I long to hear the sweet melodies that my children play, He longs for you to praise Him with song.
“I will praise you, Lord, among the peoples; I will sing praises to you among the nations. For your faithful love is as high as the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches the clouds.” Psalm 57:9-10