The Piano

A story, a symbol, a masterpiece…
Brad, my husband, saw a piano free on Facebook. It was left in a shed where it received water damage and the fluctuating temperatures ruined its insides. He decided to take this on as his biggest woodworking project to date. He completely refurbished it. He changed out all the inside pieces, rebuilt and stained some parts, sanded it, varnished it, and gave it to me as a gift. I was and still am completely in awe. When I opened up the inside and he explained to me how he replaced the parts, I just stared at him with my mouth open. The amount of time and patience that was placed into this beautiful work of art cannot be numbered. I didn’t even know I wanted a piano until he gave me this one. I have a keyboard that I bought for myself while I was in high school with money I made from selling watermelons. It only got the job done through the years, but I will admit a keyboard is nothing like playing this piano!
I’m not writing this to brag about how good Brad is to me (although, I don’t deserve him at all because he’s entirely too good for me). We’ve been married for a year and a half and the big secret to it is letting God be in the middle. This piano reminds me that marriage is simple and shouldn’t be complicated. Marriage is like playing a piano…you go through highs and lows, you hit the black keys every now and then that take you by surprise but turn out being all part of the song, and when a key sticks or you hit a wrong note, you work through it and keep playing anyway. ❤️

Be a God-Pleaser

With sweaty palms, I gripped my guitar for dear life as I approached the front of my church. I go to a missionary baptist church where ladies are “supposed to wear skirts,” traditional instruments are typically only used (the piano and organ), and there’s little technology. I had never been so nervous to play and sing with my guitar before. To give y’all some background, I heard from church members (not from my church but others in the same denomination) that playing the guitar in church is wrong because “honky tonk” music can come from the guitar. I had no idea if I was about to walk right into a bee hive. Thankfully, I wasn’t singing by myself and three other girls were singing with me which calmed me down. I started to play, and before I knew it, the song was over. I placed the guitar down and searched the faces of everyone to see their reaction, and when I saw smiles across the building, I knew that this was right. I didn’t do it to please the people in my church, no. I did it to sing praise and worship God. I had no clue how they were going to take it, and I honestly didn’t want to hear criticism, but it was worth trying! My nervousness had melted away as soon as we started singing because I knew that no matter what would be said to me or anyone else afterwards, that it simply DID NOT MATTER!
I let my insecurity keep me from playing for a little while, and when the girls told me they wanted to sing a song to guitar, I got fired up and excited. I love to worship the Lord playing and singing with my guitar & I want to use it all for Him! I’m so glad that I stepped out so others can worship too.
Your church denomination shouldn’t be the reason you hold back. Don’t be afraid to do what people may not expect or may not even WANT. We are supposed to please God only-not people! Playing instruments, doing sign language, singing, dancing…if none of it is done to praise and worship the Lord, then it is done for men and in vain. Share your gifts and talents! God gave them to you to bring glory to Him. ❤️