Pastel Bamboo Plants

HAPPY EASTER!

Happy Easter, my lovely lucky Pastel Bamboo Plants! I hope today you have been reminded of just how great and how plentiful God's love for us really is...and that you have been reminded of the joy and freedom that is wrapped up in the promise of the cross.

I go to a small church in my hometown, Harvest Christian Fellowship, that is a fairly new church. My family and I have been there since the start of it a few years ago, and for the last few months, when I am home from school, I play a very small part in our worship team: I control the keyboard (mwahaha).

When I play, this requires getting up a little bit earlier than usual, which I usually complain about...but in reality, it's not that bad. And every week, by the end of it, I'm always super glad that I did wake up a little bit earlier, drink my coffee a little bit faster, and make my way to the church before the rest of my family.

It's amazing watching everyone in the band as they play, because it's clear that none of it is for us. We certainly aren't playing for our ears; we aren't even playing for the church's. It's all worship, and it's all praise, and it fills me up inside when we play...because it's ALL for God.

Today at church, I felt extremely full inside, because...my church family is definitely like a second family to me. I went to a bonfire with some of the kids from our youth group Saturday night, and as we were sitting around the fire, I realized how important each one was to me. I have been blessed with a church family that truly cares about and is invested in each of its members.

As we played today, and laughed at each other, and reworked songs, and dropped guitars, and adjusted microphones, I couldn't help but smile. I couldn't help but smile because I had found another piece to give a name to. Another piece of the puzzle that I'm working on. And all of these people make up that piece.

Like a good friend mentioned last night, I feel like my bunnies and turkeys are getting mixed up, because today I feel an overwhelming sense of thankfulness on this Easter Sunday. I'm thankful for a lot of things, but I have to be reminded...and Sundays are definitely good reminders of what I am thankful for, and what is important to me.

And being in the band has taught me something important: sometimes, you have to get yourself together and just keep playing...even if you have no idea what is going on. Because thankfully, you aren't the only one playing. There are people there who are going to keep going, to play loud and clear over your mistakes, and turn it into a continuous melody. When you forget where you are, play an off note, slip out for half a measure, the song goes on because the band goes on.

We aren't One-Man-Bands. And that makes the day just a little bit easier to face.  So today, I just want to let all of you know that I'm thankful you've let me join your band, and that you are a part of my life, even if it's just reading my blog.

Keep playing, you lucky pastel plants, and have a wonderful rest of your Sunday.