A master jazz musician shared how when he was playing in concert with his renowned mentor, he hit a wrong chord. He noticed something unusual. His mentor played around the wrong chord and made something beautiful out of it. When the younger man later apologised for the wrong chord, the mentor said "I didn't hear a wrong chord. Instead, I heard something new and built something beautiful out of it."
The Lord says, "Do you remember the wrong chords you have played in life? Did you notice how I built something beautiful out of it? I tell you, those wrong chords do not exist for ME. I do not hear them. Each one is a starting place for something wonderful."
Now go play your song and sing your tune with the excellence in ability I have given. Forget worrying about the wrong chords.
I am a survivor of extremely severe ritualistic childhood abuse and sadistic systematic torture. This blog has helped me get my voice back and documents the journey I'm on to heal from the trauma and damage caused by that appalling abuse. Now is the time for me to tell of MY experience by speaking the truth about MY life. I will be silenced no more! On this blog I share MY life, MY healing journey; helpful quotes/stuff I come across and MY thoughts along the way. The more I speak out the more liberated I am from the shame and trauma of the abuse. My broken wings are gradually being repaired. Without God in my life I wouldn't still be here. But somehow, I keep on staying alive, surviving and rarely, occasionally, living a little!