The afternoon sun is coming in our front window, falling on the pages as I sit down at the piano my parents scrounged to buy when I was thirteen. The top is dusty, the keys badly out of tune. There are concerto pieces in the piano bench beneath me, but I focus on an intermediate book, and I play slowly.
I will never compete at this again, never perform for an audience, never put mad piano skills on a resume. And that is the point.
From (in)courage again, one of my favorites. What happens when we take the passions God gave us and just enjoy them? Can we take the time to play?
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