Praying and praising are two sides of the same coin. Last night I had to play the accompaniment for the third grade concert. It was about 20 songs, last minute changes, a bit stressful. For me.
I asked several people to pray for me, as the rehearsals went poorly, and I was extremely nervous. I did this job reluctantly. I love to play, but when the pressure is on to perform I freeze up. My hands get icy, my mind wanders. I get the rush of bad adrenaline and my legs shake.
It’s a recipe for performance disaster, and I am no stranger to this.
I told the director I was a LAST RESORT for accompanist.
Well, I was.
I just didn’t want to screw up the entire third grade concert, so I asked the Lord for His supernatural help.
He answered my prayer, and the prayers of those praying.
The Result:
I made minor mistakes. (Normal ones, no big deal)
I felt a supernatural peace. My body was completely relaxed. I focused on the director. I remembered every last minute change.
The concert was a success!!!
PRAISE GOD.
This is a public school, and “Amazing Grace,” “When the Saints Go Marching In,” “Swing low, Sweet Chariot,” “America,” were all performed. I just love this. Many other old songs were sung, too.
At the end of the concert the third graders gave me a loving hand of applause! It was only due to the grace of God! They knew how I messed things up at the rehearsal!
All good. Thanks be to God.
He answers prayer.
I know that sometimes we get lessons in humility. I’ve been learning those for years. Last night He spared me.
God answers prayer.