I had the joy of sharing a few moments with some young women who are studying at the seminary this afternoon. We had lots of fun chat… mostly about parenting and homeschool. Sometimes the Lord gives us opportunities to share a portion of our journey’s story with others. I usually think it is for their benefit (ha!). It always seems to bless me the most. I was able to share some of my musical journey, if you will, with one young, newly-wed, musically talented student.
I started taking piano lessons at the age of 5. That started the ball rolling. I continued to study piano formally for 13 years or so. Once I entered junior high school I was sucked into the vortex of choir and have never found my way out. I just love choral music. Once I entered Jr. College my major was a no-brainer. Music Ed. After 2 years of Jr. College I went on to USM. I studied voice with a much respected instructor. She saw potential in my ability and asked about my future plans. Truthfully, I had wanted to sing in broadway-type productions. I had several opportunities in local theater and Jr. College and found it thrilling. I was being faced with what Blackaby refers to as a “Crisis of Belief”… Would I take advantage of her vast connections and take a swing at a spot on a stage somewhere or would I do what I knew God was calling me to. By no means am I seeking to judge those who are in the spotlight… I just knew what the Lord was calling me to. I let her know that once I graduated I wanted to get married and have a family. At that, her book of connections was back in her desk and my lesson continued on. I’ve thought about moment for years. It felt as if I was walking down life’s road and hit a fork. I think in many ways that was true.
Several years later I was sitting behind a piano in Havana, Florida waiting for the morning worship service to begin. I had been dealing with my desire to SING… I wanted to SIIIINNNNGGGG! Not just for church… I I I I I WANTED TO SING for something “important”… to be recognized. To be a star. I was a little bitter if the truth be known. I was “nothing” musically speaking. That morning the Spirit gently (but ever so clearly) spoke to my heart. I WAS doing exactly what I was created to do. TO SING! YES! YES!!! I was singing for the Lord of all creation… ushering His people to the throne of God…. singing praise to Him. That WAS it! That was my lightbulb moment. THAT is why my mother paid for pricey piano instruction and sat in the hot car waiting for me hours on end… THAT was why I sang in choir all those years (not to mention that is where I met my husband)… THAT was why I studied in Dr. Wood’s studio… THAT is why I have a BME. It’s JESUS… it’s ALL about Jesus.
I’ll not say I never struggle with my inner prima-donna, ha! I occasionally get to let her out and run around. I will say that just as the saints of old constructed monuments to remember where they were and how the Lord got them there… that is a little monument for me. I was created to worship. What an honor, privilege, a precious treasure to be able to serve the Lord… there is nothing greater than to be His instrument. Thank you, Jesus.