I used to play a piano. And I loved it so much.
I was a member of the church’s music team when they opened the training for new musicians. Yes, I’ve been training on guitars by that time. However, I pursued my passion for the piano.
I had a fun and a frustrating experience with the piano. Learning to the chords we’re so hard at my first week, and I have to stretch my fingers (literally) just to reach the keys. I had a great mentor, Jessica, and she gave me various handouts that I could study at home.
I created a “sort-of” piano at home while on training. I placed initials written on each key, marking them according to a specific chord. I was obsessed with playing the piano. I always wanted to play the music, though it’s still not pleasant to the ears.
I was assigned to use the old Casio keyboard at our church during the practice. Honestly, I preferred to use that one ’cause its tune sounds better than the other. I also thought that it was like my life; just unnoticed, but the sound is great.
The best thing that ever happened to me was playing the keyboard for our Sunday afternoon gathering. It was an experience I’ll never forget. It was a rare chance for beginners to step up on that responsibility. I am so grateful and honored to be the pianist during our worship.
I always wanted to go back to the music team and play the piano again. If I’d be given a chance to go back in time, I will definitely improve my piano skills. I’ll never miss the chance to use my talent in serving God and his church.
Well, all I wish is to have my place in the ministry again.
I miss it so much.
I miss being a pianist.