When I was little, I wanted to be a singer.
Between watching Hannah Montana every day and being in every school show, I thought I totally had the skills and the vocal range to be a musical prodigy.
Then, I turned about 10 and realized that was not the case, and I abandoned that dream all together.
I still absolutely love music though. I taught myself how to read sheet music. I learned to play guitar, so I could sing a long to my favorite songs without the real singer's voice overpowering mine. I taught myself the basics of playing piano because "A Thousand Miles" was all the rage in 5th grade, and I've maintained those skills through the years.
So when there was no one else to do worship on Friday mornings at FCA (and I was volunteered by my cousin), it lead to this:
And from that, I learned it's in the moments where our imperfect lives are on display that we realize how unworthy we are of the love we get from God. You can practice all you want and you can tell yourself things to make yourself feel better, but we don't deserve His love. At all.
So often, we hide our imperfections because we live in a society that tells us we can't be broken. We have to know everything about our lives and have them all together, but what if embrace our imperfections and glorify him with them?
I can't count how many times I messed up. Either a chord was late or I strummed too many times, but it was still worship, and He loves that.
He was receiving praise from my misplayed guitar.
So despite the ways you fail Him (and that's a lot of ways because we all fall short), use it for His name and story to be shared, and for He doesn't care how we aren't enough.
He loves us anyway.
And that is a reason to sing about Him, all day long.
