Yes I get Nervous
So for those of you who stumble upon my ramblings here I feel I should let you know that I play the violin. I also share what I know about playing the violin with a few shining students. They sought to learn to play and they do an excellent job.
One such student arrived at my church this morning, as I had let them know that I was playing special music, to listen. I was very happy to see them(my students mother came as well).
As I was texting with my student this afternoon I made the comment that I was nervous, but that God got me through. My students reply was "You get nervous?" to which I said yes.
From my students perspective they probably have a hard time believing that I get nervous as I have played for 30 yrs (which is 99% of my lifetime) and to all my students I sound pretty phenomenal. All I can say to that is I have a God given talent and Perfect Practice Makes Perfect.
So here is the reason behind my nerves. My mother played the piano for me and when I called her earlier in the week about the options I was considering she said "lets work on these two and practice together and then choose". I said ok and we did. We both played the song we ended up choosing and felt like it was the one to play. I choose it because I didn't need the music as I have been playing it so long that it wasn't necessary thus putting me at ease with not having to pay such close attention to the notes but able to concentrate on the words of the song.
My mother started a habit of writing the words to these old but good songs in the arrangement books for my brother and I a very long time ago, so that as we learned the notes we would also learn the words. Thank you, Mom, for this ingenuity. Without Mom's ingenuity this mornings special music would have been good, but not phenomenal.
As my mother started playing the intro to the song the media team put the words on the screen and soon I was playing with slight shake to my hands, bounce to my bow in odd spots, and butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Soon all this was lost as I lost myself in the words of the song, and as I worshiped my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. It was in those moments that the Holy Spirit took over and it was His talent that was given to the listening ears of the sanctuary. As I played the final notes I realized that I was as blessed as the audience.
Ladies and Gentlemen. This is why I play. This is why I strive to help my students play from the heart. I don't play to get a pat on the back or a good job. I play so that others may see Christ. All Praise and Glory and Honor to Him. May the words of this song be a blessing and a reminder to you who read this and to myself of the real reason Christ came to earth. So that you and I might have "a Living Hope, and a Sure Salvation" and rest in the knowledge that our home is in Heaven, forever, with Christ. Despite how the world looks today in all its turmoil, selfish ambition, and pain. And that we strive to show others Christ in all things.
Until the next rambling post.
But nobody wanted Him,
No one remained.
They only taunted Him
When His cross was stained
With the blood freely given
For a world unchained.
Nobody
One such student arrived at my church this morning, as I had let them know that I was playing special music, to listen. I was very happy to see them(my students mother came as well).
As I was texting with my student this afternoon I made the comment that I was nervous, but that God got me through. My students reply was "You get nervous?" to which I said yes.
From my students perspective they probably have a hard time believing that I get nervous as I have played for 30 yrs (which is 99% of my lifetime) and to all my students I sound pretty phenomenal. All I can say to that is I have a God given talent and Perfect Practice Makes Perfect.
So here is the reason behind my nerves. My mother played the piano for me and when I called her earlier in the week about the options I was considering she said "lets work on these two and practice together and then choose". I said ok and we did. We both played the song we ended up choosing and felt like it was the one to play. I choose it because I didn't need the music as I have been playing it so long that it wasn't necessary thus putting me at ease with not having to pay such close attention to the notes but able to concentrate on the words of the song.
My mother started a habit of writing the words to these old but good songs in the arrangement books for my brother and I a very long time ago, so that as we learned the notes we would also learn the words. Thank you, Mom, for this ingenuity. Without Mom's ingenuity this mornings special music would have been good, but not phenomenal.
As my mother started playing the intro to the song the media team put the words on the screen and soon I was playing with slight shake to my hands, bounce to my bow in odd spots, and butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Soon all this was lost as I lost myself in the words of the song, and as I worshiped my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. It was in those moments that the Holy Spirit took over and it was His talent that was given to the listening ears of the sanctuary. As I played the final notes I realized that I was as blessed as the audience.
Ladies and Gentlemen. This is why I play. This is why I strive to help my students play from the heart. I don't play to get a pat on the back or a good job. I play so that others may see Christ. All Praise and Glory and Honor to Him. May the words of this song be a blessing and a reminder to you who read this and to myself of the real reason Christ came to earth. So that you and I might have "a Living Hope, and a Sure Salvation" and rest in the knowledge that our home is in Heaven, forever, with Christ. Despite how the world looks today in all its turmoil, selfish ambition, and pain. And that we strive to show others Christ in all things.
Until the next rambling post.
"Nobody wanted Him,
Nobody cared.
Nobody wanted Him,
No one shared
In the promise He brought
As a babe that night.
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody cared.
Nobody lauded Him,
Nobody sang.
No crowd applauded Him,
No bells rang
When He went to the desert
To fast and pray.
Nobody cared.
Nobody wanted Him,
No one shared
In the promise He brought
As a babe that night.
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody cared.
Nobody lauded Him,
Nobody sang.
No crowd applauded Him,
No bells rang
When He went to the desert
To fast and pray.
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody cared.
But, Oh, how the thousands came
When the bread was multiplied!
And, Oh, how the hosannas rang
At the King's triumphant ride!
And as long as the miracles
Flowed like wine ...
They called him Wonderful,
They came to dine.
Nobody
Nobody cared.
But, Oh, how the thousands came
When the bread was multiplied!
And, Oh, how the hosannas rang
At the King's triumphant ride!
And as long as the miracles
Flowed like wine ...
They called him Wonderful,
They came to dine.
But nobody wanted Him,
No one remained.
They only taunted Him
When His cross was stained
With the blood freely given
For a world unchained.
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody cared."
Nobody cared."
John 3:16-17 (from my ancient memory)
"For God so loved the world, that He gave His One and Only Son. That whoever Believes in Him, Should not perish(spiritual death), but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to CONDEMN the world, but that the WORLD through HIM might SAVED."
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