I am a singer and guitarist. Many days I don’t feel good enough to carry the title of guitarist. “Singer” feels more comfortable. I’ve spent years honing that craft and practicing. I’ve taken voice lessons from some amazing teachers. I’ve performed and sung in front of crowds. “Singer” fits me. It’s comfortable.
“Guitarist” doesn’t fit as well. I am self taught. I haven’t played in front of people as much as I have sung. I’m getting better, but it’s still a major struggle.
I think God might be more pleased with my guitar playing than my singing.
Because singing comes more naturally to me, I’ve become lazy. I used to take time and warm up. I used to practice; really practice. Now, I hum a couple scales, call it good, and sing mediocre at best. And when I sing mediocre, people are still impressed. I don’t say this to boast, but to let it sink into my brain. I’m settling for mediocre because everyone else likes it. It’s not the best I can do. It’s not the best I can offer God, yet I still settle with it.
With guitar playing, it’s different. When I get up to play in front of people, I’m usually sweating. And shaking. I have to practice so much more with guitar. It doesn’t come naturally. It’s hard. I have to think and focus, especially if I’m singing while playing. I usually flub several progressions, lose my rhythm, and still can’t seem to play a decent F chord.
But I don’t think God minds at all. In fact, I think He likes it when I play. Even though it’s often sloppy, it’s my best. It’s never showy or impressive, and I think God likes that. Like a little child who proudly plays his out of tune song to Mom and Dad, I bring my sloppy guitar playing to God, saying, “Listen to this!”
And just like Mom and Dad ignore the wrong notes and bask in the hard work of their child, I think God smiles at each and every muffled F chord I make.