The sweetest time during last sunday’s service was when I played for the Lord’s Supper. I really felt like that was one of the most honest ways of my worship because I felt like I was playing for God alone, allowing Him to hear what was in my heart, from a place just full of praise, despite everything.
I wish I could say it’s like that every time, but if I’m honest, I can’t. I let things get in the way, esp. what I think people are expecting. But recently, playing the piano during at those in between moments during worship service are my favorite moments.
I think those moments of grace are what keep me grounded, and if words are absent, those intimate moments praising my Maker are sufficient to encourage me.
“Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee. How great thou art.”
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