I Had To

This time last year I was shaking...almost unable to play the notes I knew so well.  I had been told for years, by someone, that I could do nothing.
Nothing.

After years of that, you forget things that you know well.  You forget you can do things.  You forget God gave you gifts.

For years I had been my piano teacher's star student, played for Sunday School, played at school, played at church, entertained at dinners, and surprised friends who would sit and listen to me play for hours.  I was never nervous for those things.

So I had to, and my little ones wanted me to.
Play.

This year was different.  While I was still a little nervous, I was not as shaky.  With all those people sitting and staring at me, I did not feel as inadequate as I did a year ago.  I had the freedom to play.

And it was not for my glory, but for the One who brought me out of a deep, dark pit.  Who brought me back from the dead--out of the clutches of someone who tried to squeeze the life out of me.

Thank you, Jesus.

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