The summer I turned 15, I spent the night at my friend's house. I noticed she had gotten out her old violin. In the fall, she would start High School, and was planning on auditioning for orchestra.
I had never actually seen a violin in person before. My family is not very musically inclined. I was so interested, my friend taught me how to play 'twinkle twinkle little star' right there and then. I was obsessed; I didn't want to stop making music. I found it incredibly inspiring.
I went home the next day and told my mom about how I wanted to try to learn the violin. I have always been interested in artistic pursuits; sewing, painting, and pottery had been some of these.But at the time, I wasn't sure what prompted me to take up the violin...
My teacher, who we found that Fall, has been such a blessing to me. Not only has she taught me to play the violin, she has also become a good friend. She understands my creative process like no one else, and is patient even when I am headstrong and stubborn. My inspiration often seems random, but my teacher is always ready to help me.
Every few months, I start to feel tired. I I struggle especially with feeling like an 'adult beginner'. My progress seems slow, and I want to quit.But I haven't quit yet, because I've realized that a rewarding thing may require a long journey. In the beginning, music was novel and new. It's shininess may have worn off, but I still find joy in it every day.It reminds me of my journey with Jesus- it is rarely a straight path.
I now can see that God has been guiding my footsteps all along. He knew that I would learn and grow through this experience, because practicing an instrument can be difficult and frustrating. During the last few months, I've considered giving up. But I know that hard things are worth it, and God wants me to share the light, art, and beauty that He gave me with the world. I find that God gives me joy in difficult tasks, asking me to find Him in everything I do.