- Feb 23, 2008
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* My family moved when I was little and I left all my friends behind. I became depressed and stopped responding to people and to life. I even stopped talking to my Lord and Savior. We were renting from an old farm house and we lived on the 2nd floor. We couldn't afford to move our piano up to our floor and so I became even more depressed. There was a barn behind the farm house where missionaries' things were stored until they came back from their travels. I went inside one day and found an old piano. It didn't work really good but it didn't matter to me. I hadn't seen a piano in a while. I sat down and played from my heart - eyes closed tears uncontrolled. *I had taken for years with piano lessons but struggled to read notes. I never have been strong in that area. In fact once I played something I wrote (this was later in my life) so that it could be put through a computer to print out the notes. After printing it out they told me that I am more advanced in writing than reading notes.* Somehow the music just came out of me and expressed the emotions that I hadn't known how to express in half a year. After that I spent many visits to that piano until we moved a year later. I never knew that even though I had been going through something in my life I was giving back. Throughout the year that I lived there our neighbor who lived beneath us (she was 98 years o ld) would come to her porch and sit and listen to me play that piano. She told me one day about how she loved listening to me and encouraged me about it. It blessed me so much to to be able to bless someone else even though I was at the time suffering. Ever since I have been using my music to reach others for Christ. God Bless
*Elle
