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Yesterday was my first piano lesson with my worship pastor. He's just about the sweetest man there is. He knows me pretty well. I've been doing worship with him for about 10 years. I never really took lessons, but what little I do know is self-taught. I've been writing music for years and I actually sent him a recording.
So the lesson was yesterday and I wanted to curl up in fetal position and cry the whole time. I have no grace for myself, and as gracious as he is, I can't give it to myself. There's nothing like bearing your would and feeling you were just told, "oh, it's not pretty enough.". I feel like I can't listen to music because I know I can't do what I hear. I feel like I can't play because my heart is not translated through my fingers.
So the lesson was yesterday and I wanted to curl up in fetal position and cry the whole time. I have no grace for myself, and as gracious as he is, I can't give it to myself. There's nothing like bearing your would and feeling you were just told, "oh, it's not pretty enough.". I feel like I can't listen to music because I know I can't do what I hear. I feel like I can't play because my heart is not translated through my fingers.