I have struggled with performance anxiety since I was six years old. My first on-stage musical performance was singing Sing the Word songs with my dad and sister at a small local church. While I sang, I looked at the ground literally the entire time. In high school and college, my symptoms included (but were not limited to) extreme nervous breakdowns, depression, sleeplessness, and lots of tears before and after performances.
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As a serious Christian and a dedicated musician, I spend a lot of time thinking and writing about what it means to have God in my art form. How does He provide the inspiration and the content of every piece of music I play? How can I honor Him with every note? How can I involve Him in the process of practicing and creating? How can I seek Him and His Kingdom through playing music?
Thank you, Satan. I know I'm a sinner. Your continual needling, your constant nagging, your crippling negativity, remind me of the truth: I'm a sinner. You enjoy reminding me that most of my thoughts are sinful, that I make mistakes constantly, that even my righteous acts are rooted in selfishness. You've told me these things a million times. And I listen, because your words have the appearance of truth. The Word of God does say, "All have sinned and fallen short"; "There is none who is righteous--no, not one; all have fallen, all have turned. There is no one who seeks God." So, then, if God Himself says it, why isn't Satan right?