I've made this statement on more than one ocassion, but right now I'm making it again because I've just gotten reaquianted with this wonderful 88-toned instrument and satisfied my itching hands. Played the keyboards for the worship team at OCF on friday, and boy was it amazing. I've always wanted to make use of my musical ability to serve in a church, and now I've finally been granted an opportunity to. The first experience was exciting, and yet nerve wrecking. Wasn't sure if I'd practiced enough; whether my efforts were worthy enough of Him. Kept telling myself that I didn't have to be afraid because it was all dedicated to Him and thus He will take care of how well it goes, but of course human nature still gnawed at me some way or another.
I was comforted that night though, that indeed He was pleased with my service. He would have been pleased with any effort at all, as long as it was all for His glory.
Ps. Dear cousin, I've just started reading Passion and Purity, the tranquil-looking light purple book you gave me on my 21st. Didn't realise that it was a book that Joshua Harris drew inspiration from. Seems more than a coincidence then, that I actually reciprocated and presented you with Boy Meets Girl on your 21st :) God does work in miraculous ways, doesn't He?