After all the grumbling i did over the hype of the final Harry Potter book, i did the hypocritical thing.
I bought the book.
The day it was released.
And stayed up all night reading it.
But maybe that's a good thing, and I'll tell you why. At five thirty a.m. this morning, after resolving to stop reading for the night, i just could not fall asleep. I had a lot of time to do a lot of thinking about what i really want.
Many of you know that i play trumpet. A few of you know that i really struggle with the fact that i am a trumpet player. It's been pretty important to me in the past, and i haven't really been able to figure out how it fits in to my life with God. When i finally decided to stop worshiping trumpet and to put my main focus on the big guy, I seriously thought that i would stop playing trumpet. And that's when the confusing part came...do i drop it right now? or do i wait until after highschool to call it quits? or does it just mean that my future career won't be as a musician after all? do i even bother to keep taking private lessons?
this caused me to stop practicing...it's just too much. A week without playing trumpet AT ALL...it's not what i'm used to...my lips were actually starting to hurt...and my fingers kept up their jittering...yes. I have actually been known to go through trumpet withdrawal.
Last night as the sun rose and i struggled to get to sleep i realized something. God gave me the trumpet. It was more than just something to test my loyalty or trust or whatever...it was a gift. a talent. something that i am supposed to give back to him. "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." (James 1:17) When God gives you something, you DON'T just let it lay dormant. I decided that before i could even touch the Harry Potter book (which i am now thoroughly addicted to) today, I would have to suck it up and play that darned (insert non-churchy word here in place of darned) horn.
When I picked up me trumpet today...and held the valves...i can't even explain the feeling. It was like coming home.
Forget Harry Potter. This is where God wants me. This is what I do. This is what i want. And that will never change.
I bought the book.
The day it was released.
And stayed up all night reading it.
But maybe that's a good thing, and I'll tell you why. At five thirty a.m. this morning, after resolving to stop reading for the night, i just could not fall asleep. I had a lot of time to do a lot of thinking about what i really want.
Many of you know that i play trumpet. A few of you know that i really struggle with the fact that i am a trumpet player. It's been pretty important to me in the past, and i haven't really been able to figure out how it fits in to my life with God. When i finally decided to stop worshiping trumpet and to put my main focus on the big guy, I seriously thought that i would stop playing trumpet. And that's when the confusing part came...do i drop it right now? or do i wait until after highschool to call it quits? or does it just mean that my future career won't be as a musician after all? do i even bother to keep taking private lessons?
this caused me to stop practicing...it's just too much. A week without playing trumpet AT ALL...it's not what i'm used to...my lips were actually starting to hurt...and my fingers kept up their jittering...yes. I have actually been known to go through trumpet withdrawal.
Last night as the sun rose and i struggled to get to sleep i realized something. God gave me the trumpet. It was more than just something to test my loyalty or trust or whatever...it was a gift. a talent. something that i am supposed to give back to him. "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." (James 1:17) When God gives you something, you DON'T just let it lay dormant. I decided that before i could even touch the Harry Potter book (which i am now thoroughly addicted to) today, I would have to suck it up and play that darned (insert non-churchy word here in place of darned) horn.
When I picked up me trumpet today...and held the valves...i can't even explain the feeling. It was like coming home.
Forget Harry Potter. This is where God wants me. This is what I do. This is what i want. And that will never change.
