This morning, I was playing the piano for my church service.
If you think I am going to lament about wild butterflies in my stomach I got whilst I play the piano, well, you are only 20% right.
I am going to talk about something much more awesome.

Yep, I was nervous, right to the core. Every slipped note on the ivories was so ugly to me.
And when I am playing with the best musicians in church, I was so afraid my less-than-average playing would jeopardise them.
Funny how God always use my role as a pianist to make me desperate to rely solely on Him.
Sometimes, I don't know how I made it through but somehow I always get to the end.

But today's ending song for 2nd Service was amazingly surreal to me. It was as if His fire came down on our sanctuary.
The whole worship band was all poised for the ending song.

As we were playing, our Senior Pastor started roaring. Yes, a loud growl, almost a roar, as if rallying for liberation. He was just like a liberated lion.

This rallying cry was powerful. I could feel the surge of determination deep in my heart as I played on and the vocalists sang. The roar of victory by our Senior Pastor was so deafening to Hades!

At the end of it, when the music stopped, people were hugging each other, tears of joy and thankgiving were aplenty, and I survived my piano duty for Sunday.


Ahhh... it was beautiful and so, so peaceful.