I posted before about how sometimes if I'm in the right zone, everything I play just sounds different, even though I'm hitting the same beats, the same rhythm. Phil talked about the joy and peace he felt as he was praising that last night at Winterfest, dancing and moving as he pleased. He described it as "freeing," not caring what people thought about him, it was just him and God.
I realize that's what I love about drumming. I realize that I could go all out worshiping every Friday night, just singing and dancing...but that's not my outlet.
But in that moment, where I forget about the audience, forget about screwing up, forget about my uncreative beats...but I'm just jamming away, worshiping God. When my drumsticks just seem to be a part of my hands, extensions of who I am made to be...those are powerful, and freeing moments between God and I.
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