Art is beautiful.
”Poets and painters and preachers don’t make God’s beauty more beautiful. They make it more visible. They cut through the dull fog of our finite, fallible, sin-distorted perception, and help us see God’s beauty for what it really is. Imagination is like a telescope to the stars: It doesn’t make them big. They are big without the telescope. It makes them look like what they are.”
Sometimes I love that when I leave the school of music at 9:30pm rehearsals are still going on in every room I pass.
Sometimes I love that everyone is so driven.
Other times I hate that everyone is so obsessed with self-improvement and being the best.
Today…I love it.
I like being surrounded by people that are passionate about music.
I like being encouraged by the healthy competitiveness.
I love the community that I have found in Ferguson Hall. More specifically room 256 where my fabulous studiomates squish in and we sing with muted trumpet and accordion. We laugh until we cry and hide so we can scare our teacher. We walk out of that room feeling super accomplished or like we just got our butts handed to us. But are grateful for either feeling, knowing that we are in this together and that we’re learning from the best.
God, I pray that I can glorify you with my voice, even when I’m not singing at church…even if I’m not singing christian songs.
Thank you for making me more than a singer. More than a musician. More than a performer. More than a future music therapist. More than a scholarship recipient. More than a pretty smile. More than a determined student.
Thank you for the music and the beautiful way that we connect through that. But most importantly, thank you for creating me to worship You and only You. Thank you for drenching me in grace when I forget that that’s who I am. Thank you for loving me the same even when my performance, in anything, is absolutely horrendous.