Wednesday Worship: A Personal Testimony

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

COMPLETE SURRENDER.

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

  8 comments for “Wednesday Worship: A Personal Testimony

  1. Liz Preston
    August 17, 2017 at 10:59 pm

    I needed this. Thank you. A long time ago as a young woman I sang in choir. I was an alto soprano. Some were along the way that voice disappeared. I realized it was gone when my sweet husband started turning up the volume on the radio when I would sing along.
    I became aware I could no longer hit some of those high notes any more. Amazingly it is this same husband who encourages me to sing out at church and not worry about my voice that he tells me is still beautiful. Recently a friend told me about his sweet mom who would sing her heart out in praise and worship even if it was a bit flat now and then .
    I was feeling a bit envious of all those people who can sing so beautifully and I remembered my dad. His voice would shake the rafters when he sang even though he couldn’t carry a time in a bucket he praised the Lord with a mighty voice. I have decide that is what I am called to do. To sing praise to the Lord… no matter what it sounds like.
    By the way you have a beautiful voice so calm and sweet.
    Thank you.

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    • August 18, 2017 at 12:40 pm

      Thanks so much for sharing Liz! I know that I’m not alone, and I think God just needed me to be obedient to encourage others too!

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  2. August 16, 2017 at 12:54 pm

    I absolutely love your realness, Vickie!! Thanks for your obedience and for taking yourself out of your comfort zone. You are setting an example to so many of us!

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    • August 16, 2017 at 1:44 pm

      Thanks, Denise–I really do want to practice obedience every.single.day!

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  3. August 16, 2017 at 12:48 pm

    I am not a Pastor’s wife but I know all too well the need to surrender to God and the discomfort of having to do so. But I’m so glad He is gracious to us! Yes…His faithful love is high as the heavens. Amen!!
    Let us sing to Him joyfully indeed.

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  4. August 16, 2017 at 11:06 am

    When I was young, I sang in a madrigal group in high school – not because I could sing, but because they needed one more person for the group and I was pretty quiet, so I didn’t mess them up too badly. When my sons were little, I sang to them until one night, one of them said, “Mama, don’t sing, okay?” Guess I was even worse than I knew! I do love belting out songs when I’m alone … and I catch myself whistling without even being aware of it. Sometimes, the happy heart can’t resist making a joyful noise… I’m so thankful my Father knows me so well and doesn’t tell me to hush.

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