God teaches me so much. I would like to tell you (Mr. Blog) a few things I've learned over the past week.
Last Saturday I went to a Hillsong United concert. It was...amazing. Words cannot even describe it. I felt such joy being there singing God's praises. Honestly, there is nothing else in the world that I would have rather been doing at that moment. Now, often songs have words about "Your kingdom come" or about Jesus coming and returning to us soon....sometimes I feel uncomfortable singing those lines, because I'm not sure if I actually want that. Sometimes I feel that I'm happy living in this world. I enjoy it. I don't need anything to change that. But as we were singing a song that night I realized, I wouldn't mind Jesus coming back. Because then I would get to praise God forever, with everybody else, together, worshiping the One who deserves all the glory. There is nothing greater than that.
I began to wonder, if Jesus came again, what would I want to be doing? I would want to be serving, or worshiping him, or telling somebody about him. Doing the things that really matter. When you think about life in that way, it changes your perspective on things. Why do you do things? Just because it's fun? Just because you like to? I think a greater reason must exist for it to really be worth your time. I don't want Jesus to be ashamed of what I'm doing when he comes back (if I am alive at the time).
Now, fast forward to yesterday. I was feeling incredibly discouraged. It was an insanely busy day, and by the end of it all I wanted to do was cry. I played for my studio piano class, and it didn't go as well as I had hoped, and then I received a phone call from my piano prof. who implied by her conversation with me that she didn't think I was ready to play today for Recital Hour. I was very discouraged. I was terrified to play. I would make a fool out of myself. I went to dorm worship that night, mainly because I thought I should, and Sharon Bytwerk spoke. She spoke directly to me. Everything that she was saying had complete relevance to my situation. I cannot be in control. God is in control. I have to trust him, because his way is the best way. I am weak, but he is strong. So, this morning, before I went to Recital Hour, I prayed in the practice room. I prayed that I would leave all fear and worry there in that room. I prayed that all the glory would go to Him. I prayed that I would trust God. And...he was gracious to me. I played the piece well...not without mistakes, but I was happy with my performance. God is good.
-C
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