A New Year is upon us. Whether we admit it or not, somewhere in the depths of our hearts, we keep promises and dreams that we aim to fulfill one […]
This question triggers a lot in my mind when I read it last 2 years ago. And it forever changed my heart and the way I play.
I’m not a protégé. I wasn’t born with the gift of playing the piano in my fingertips. But because I have Godly parents, influenced by a God-led missionary, they enrolled my sister and I to piano lessons which we had to attend every week, whether we like it or not. Consistent – my parents were. After two years of attending weekly lessons, I wanted to give up. I asked – no – I begged my parents not to let me continue taking piano lessons. But they didn’t give in.