Two Months Later

I hadn't realized how much I had missed it.

Last Sunday (8/15) I had an opportunity to play piano for my church.

The last time I had played piano was on Memorial weekend. My "sabbatical" had lasted a little over two months. I didn't have an end date for my sabbatical, and technically, I am still in it. But I wanted to play.

No, I ached to play.

I still do.

After a few key conversations with some close friends of mine, I found that I may have been too hasty in my decision to leave. I was lying to myself, to others, and to God. I was holding back on a part of my heart that ached to express my love for my God. In the two short months that I had quit playing piano, my foolish rebellion in refusing to reveal my truest heart was affecting me in ways that I had not realized. I was easily angered, easily confused, easily distracted, easily saddened.

Freedom to express oneself has its merits. And I realize that expressing love is necessary.

I had been so afraid of expressing love. I am afraid if I offer my heart--even to God--that it would be rejected.

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.

--John, 1 John 4:18

As I have probably mentioned many times before on this blog, I have an unusually high filter. I hold back on so much. And I stopped the one way I freely express myself.

Why would I think that quitting would be a good idea?

Despite my stupidity, I was glad to have the opportunity to play.

I still am.

So I played last Sunday. With all of my heart. And it was wonderful. It was healing. It was nothing more than a small offering of my truest heart to my God to let him know how much I love Him.

And I hope it was enough.