That's how long I played the piano today.
I am filling in for our normal pianist for worship team. She had picked the music sets already for me, but there was a song or two that were really hard, as they were new and I had a hard time singing and playing them at the same time.
Did I mention they are also putting a mic on me at the piano? I'm singing too.
So, I pulled out the song that I couldn't sing AND play. Then I tried to fit in another song. Then that didn't work with the ones around it, and lo and behold, I kept only one of her songs in that set, and rearranged everything else.
It turned out well.
But it meant I really had to practice a lot tonight. So I started at 5pm after I was done with work. I played till almost 8pm took a 15 minute break, and then started rehearsal with the worship team - till 9:15pm or so.
It was hard work. My hands, fingers and arms aren't used to that hard work. On top of that, the grand piano at church has a harder touch than my piano at home, so I have to press the keys harder. Thus, more muscle work out.
I spent 4 hours... on the piano... playing...
playing and singing worship music.
To my God.
I may be exhausted. My voice is almost gone. My fingers can hardly type this. However, I think it was worth it.
God did something through that. The words must have sunk through to my sub-conscious. So, even when I was all worried about the chords and music and technical aspect, the truth about which I was singing somehow permeated me and touched my heart and soul where it needed it.
I didn't realize it till I got home.
I spent a bit of time with some friends, talking in the parking lot for a few minutes after I was done. Just hanging and finally relaxing from the day. It was a nice end to the day. Worship and then a little bit of fellowship and laughter with some friends.
I came home lighter than I went to work, by far.
God did that, folks. It was NOTHING I did at all.
I still have the same problems...
I'm still exhausted mentally, emotionally, spiritually, physically....
I'm still grieving....
I still have guilt and the strong desire for forgiveness...
But God worked in my heart and reminded me that He still loves me.
One of the songs we sang talked about how God is mighty and strong to save.
"Oh what a Savior, freedom forever!
We lift our hands with chains undone.
Hearts have known mercy,
Cannot keep silent.
We sing a song of saving love."
About our amazing God.
MY amazing God.
I am still extremely exhausted, but the very long day was worth it in the end...
My Father met me in a way I didn't expect and gave me a measure of peace tonight. It's enough to get to sleep with. I know He will give me enough for this weekend of crazy family stuff. He will give me enough to get through worship this Sunday, and He will use me to help lead others in worship. If I can do that, it will be more than enough.
Because He is more than enough.
He showed up for four hours.
It was worth the time.