I’ve always wanted to learn to play the piano. So, my freshman year of college I determined to learn. I took piano classes at my Christian college and eventually moved to private lessons by my senior year. After I graduated I didn’t have a lot of time to spend playing or taking lessons, but after having my daughter and becoming a stay at home mom I decided to work on it again. Thankfully, my mother-in-law has been awesome enough to give me some lessons. So, I have been working on it again for the last 2 years. I like playing, but only at home. Which what is the point of learning to play if you never play for anyone.
Thankfully my mother-in-law gives me the push I need to play. I just performed at a recital two Sundays ago. Let me tell you, the recital keeps me humble. Have you ever been a 27 year old playing in a recital with 5-14 year old kids? I am the tallest and oldest one in the pew, by far the tallest and oldest. Again, I wouldn’t be doing it were it not for the prodding of my piano teacher. It is good for performing, bad for my ego.
After the recital I was talking with Derick who says, “I’m proud of you for playing. If I were you I wouldn’t have the guts to keep trying.” “Thanks hun! (said sarcastically from me). I don’t think trying was the right word you wanted to use.” After back peddling a bit he made me feel a little better about what he was saying. Although sometimes it is exactly how I feel.
Then this Sunday our 1st and 2nd string piano players were out of town leaving me to play for our Sunday worship service. I think it went okay but it is not my favorite. I hate doing it but afterward am glad for the opportunity. I took piano for the purpose of using it for the Lord so I’m thankful He gives me the opportunity to play. I messed up a whole lot and played a lot slower than the other piano players would, but God can use anything. So, I’ll keep practicing and playing for the Lord.