My parents weren’t musical. My Grandma taught piano lessons for a few years when she was younger. But aside from that, there is no musical tradition or background in our family.
The only thing I can say about the fact that I am passionate about music is that God gave me that passion. I started piano early since my older brothers were starting and there was no way I was going to be left out. At the age of 4, I started learning. My feet couldn’t touch the floor and I sat atop that piano stool swinging my legs and learning all about the notes a – g and how to play on the black keys. My older brother just above me took to piano really well, and for some reason there became quite q competition between us. Well, mostly just for me. It was my goal in life to stay caught up with Joshua at all costs. When he was better than me, which was inevitable because he was, after all, four years older than me, I would just try harder, practice more and move ahead in my books. I know my piano teacher had to pull me back numerous times due to the fact that I forged ahead just to get ahead instead of taking my tiem and learning my pieces the way I should have.
I also loved to sing. Not in front of people mind you. I had this weird paranoia that people were constantly judging my voice. When we were in church even, drowned out by the speakers and then the several other hundred people singing, I would only mouth the words to the song because I was worried that someone would hear me. Super silly thing to think of course, but I let that fear grow in my life till I was crippled at the thought of someone hearing my singing voice. I would sing to myself once I went to bed at night and I developed an incredibly wimpy voice by singing quietly. I have been told by my parents that they had stood outside my door to hear me on numerous occasions.
One day, I was outside on a picnic blanket with a knitting project, being all romantic and old fashioned and I asked a younger sibling for a hymnal. I just started singing the ones I knew to keep myself occupied. My mom heard it through her open window and later encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone and start singing for people.
It took a lot to get there, but I finally conquered my fear, though, I won’t lie, It still pops up occasionally. But, I think it an incredibly testimony to God’s help getting through that that I have now sung the national anthem numerous times at baseball games in front of hundreds of people.
I also listened to music as much as I could growing up and it wasn’t until my mid to late teens that I started choosing my own music and exploring . Music is my life blood I feel at times. It fuels me. There is nothing like it to get me going or make me feel a certain way. My parents did the best they could and I have now been playing piano for 17-18 years now. They encouraged me to use my gifts, to cultivate them and to be strong in the gifts the lord gave me. I am so thankful for their willingness and the way they have pushed all of us children to pursue what we loved. All of us kids share a connection through music that is special. All of us have taken lessons and cultivated our gifts. IT is something that will stay with me the rest of my life and I am grateful to my parents for their hand in it.
Do you like music? Do you play an instrument?
By God’s Grace,