Last night

Last night I had worship practice. Gideon reminded me about what I told them last week. We're given one life to live and we should give our best whenever we play for the service. I didn't give my best for the first half of the rehearsal but later, I think I found my groove and thought that I played much better. It's been a long time since I played with a frown and fury. O man, I was into it like when I was playing with Gloria (hmmm, sounds wrong) though I think I over did it at some point.

I just want to give my all despite what I was feeling inside. To do the right thing despite the cries of my flesh and the world saying, "Conform! Conform!" I won't give in! I won't fail! The Lord really is a strong tower, trustworthy is He; in Him I trust and I will not turn my back away. Oh, I rather suffer the consequences of not conforming than to to suffer the consequence of disobeying the Lord. I look forward to my treasures where moth and rust cannot destroy and where thief can't steal. I don't want ashes. I want to trade my ashes in for beauty! As I quote all these verses, my spirit just fell on it's knees in agonizing prayer. I lay every burden down at the foot of the Cross.

Oh, the reason I felt I played well at the practice was because of one simple thing. I changed to a 7A stick which allow me to wack and not hold back and still not be too loud.

I came home and was on the phone for 2 hours with two friends. I have never chatted on the phone for such a long time! I kind of liked it even though I had to work today.