Batteries for the Lord

Batteries for the Lord "Ah, Lord God! You see, I do not know how to speak ... "Jeremiah 1:6 throughout high school, I wanted to go well, but have never done, for various reasons. I wanted to do everything, is still very low due to a lack of confidence. I was inclined to music, play several instruments, but especially for the baritone saxophone jazz band, because my teacher, Bert Hughes, loved the fact that I was the only woman to play so well in one of his bands. My passion was, however, drums. He and I went round and round, to tell him that I was talented with the sax, and to invoke the possibility of a more active drummer. I would secretly football drummer on the line, to produce my stick and convince one of the snare drummers to play, I have a song. I noticed that one of my yearbooks shows in my marching band uniform, with a pair of sticks in hand to ask "What song are we playing? "After school, I dabbled with drums. I will be more over the years, and even with a heavy metal - the group after high school, left, but when I discovered that they were anything but desirable group of men. They were actually on a recording then. I played with people I mentioned in the army, just jamming and having a good time. I had decided, after school, I never famous drummer so I dreamed, but that was good, I loved to play. After the army, I went over 6 years, without so much as with a drum stick. That changed when I work for the company are now. A man there, Rex, and his wife belonged to a church, where he plays for the Lord every Sunday. They had a drummer, guitar player, a clarinetist, a pianist, and Rex played the trumpet. They played "church", which I never tried because I have a strong hand and foot, when it comes to drums. I play metal, after all! A few years ago, their drummer was in service for Korea. At the same time, our company had a picnic, where the staff will play together and if you wanted. Someone had heard I was a drummer and I wanted to play. "No way!" I said. "I have not played in years, and only around the nose with drums." They have convinced me, and some of them came in one night of trying. As I Saturday at the end of it for 2 hours, while they are updated and argued back and forth, what they were going to play. When he finally left, I had all 5 minutes, and not yet made a single song. The picnic was the day after, and I was to play "Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Discussion on the nerves is shot! Days after that, I chickened and allow you to perform some of the all songs of bubblegum. I said that playing "Sweet Home Alabama" and that it was. Well, they were terrible. Not rehearsed together, everything was gone. People in groups, after a few minutes. Our manager has been deeply embarrassed, but had to stay. Finally, they called me there. I shook my head no. They called me again, so I went up to the drums on rubber legs, and so a quick prayer to the Lord to give me the strength to move through, and do, please hurry! They had already started playing as soon as I am, I came only for the next shot. I never thought about playing in front of a group of people as diverse as, but thank God, my excitement is invisible, as I played. After a minute, I stopped shaking and my talent shone through. I played almost without mistakes, missing only one dish that crash has never been noticed. The boys played well and we have people back in the small group of employees to be bold enough to stay at first. Crowds of people back to see what was happening, and that was that the battery? "E 'stata ME! I felt great! How was the song, I stick in my pocket and began to rise again. "Oh, no!" I have been told. Our manager came and told me to sit back and play! Well, who was I to disobey an order? The fair retued Saturday, and we have just blocked for 30 minutes or so. If it is, flocks of people came to know me, "Where did you lea how to play this?" And "Why hide these talents? "Rex me in the next week, he asked if I was interested in playing with his band at his church. Well, I am not a true Church. I think he has faith, and I am a very spiritual person, but as a child and teenager, I was forced into the church, and the woman who brought me very cruel to me when we went to church, how to reduce I have tears every Sunday. I am still uncomfortable in church, and celebrate my life and my faith in private hands, but true. Rex was stubbo, they needed me. I finally agreed, but does not feel good. Playing with brushes in a quiet church was not just my thing. Get me in a big open space with electric guitars and loud music, and I really like playing, now that my thing! I prayed on it, and slowly I felt better about everything. I also have my children to take the tests and the church on Sunday. We did this for a couple of months, and it came time for the Christmas show, which I await with impatience. The day came and I was nervous. We have had many songs, most of which I was too quiet in the background. I just really do not want to mess up! There were many elderly people in the community, and have been used for certain things. The last song that to me, because it's "Rock around the Christmas tree" and would be much stronger than what they were accustomed. I had someone to apologize in advance for me, because I knew it would be high. Shortly before my cue, I sent a fervent prayer to the Lord, please, I'm here to play for you! Please give me your hands, so I could do. 'It is gone away, and soon I was playing pretty loud. Are about the statements of other members of the group, looking for the all too familiar signs that are too strong. There are none. I have just the Congregation for the signs have been too high. There are none. Then something amazing happened, so incredible that I almost dropped my stick at the center of everything. Some of these communities, I mean people who are older than 60, were up to dance! There, in a Methodist church, this right and people typically reserved danced! I looked with amazement at Rex, he winked back and we played on. We have the strongest track, we have more dancing. We played, danced. I voted for the Lord on that day. My voice came out of my drums. Anyone heard my voice. E 'was strong, clear and free of errors. That's it for my Lord. Lord, give me your vote so that my joy and the voice - with others.