playing my songSTART

I’ve always had a song.  From the time I can remember it’s been inside me.  Singing and playing and music have been in my heart, my soul, my mind since I was a child.  I remember playing the piano for hours on end trying to sound like the grownups I heard every Sunday at church.  I remember wanting to sing every time I had the chance.  I wasn’t afraid.  I knew I was born to sing and play.

Then the song kinda faded out.  The passion died.  The drive gone.  I just didn’t have it in me any more.  I felt out of place, insecure, a square peg trying to fit into a round hole.  This wasn’t my “song” any more.  Instead, it became something I wasn’t familiar with.  So, I tried as long as I could, but after a while, I just stopped.

And that was a year ago – almost.  The song just sat there in the corner of my heart, quietly waiting until I was ready to let it play again.  But my heart was still frightened and unsure – even though I know He said it was okay.  Did I really believe that I had something to offer?  Something to give?

The only sure way to know was to just let the song go.  So, I will.  I will play.  I will sing.

Because I have a Song.

STOP

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