season to sing again

i had almost forgotten what it is like to just worship the Lord in my own room.

for a season, songs and music had left me. not sure what it was. but i wished it to be over.

recently my fingers touched my piano again. recently, it started playing again. my heart wants to fill my house with music. with life. with his presence.

recently my hands picked up the guitar again. recently my fingers feel the soreness of pressing strings. my hands and arms and body feeling the rhythm of strumming the music.

recently the songs reminded me of who He is. it reminded me again why i loved him. it reminded me He loves me and He is with me. nothing else is as important. nobody else is as important.

seriously, i play so badly. but in my room, i can play at my own speed, sing my own melodies to the same lyrics, make up my own lyrics, repeat as many times as i want, sing whichever verses whichever songs, as loudly or softly, a cappella or with my instrument, break into silence or pray whenever i want to. and i love the worship time better than anywhere in church. it's my personal worship to God.

this is my version to the song, He's the reason for the Tears on my guitar.

the interesting thing is that during the session, i thought the boil on my leg shrank a little and became less red, turning a slight pink instead.

but i think it went back to normal again now. hmmm...