Juries.
That word alone sends a hundred emotions through my body. For those of you who are not familiar with the term, let me enlighten you (and be glad you don't have to deal with them)... Juries are a big deal to music majors. It is the day at the end of the semester where your teachers and other music faculty sit together and decide your future. Okay, to be a little less dramatic... the teachers and music faculty judge whether you've improved, what you need to improve on, and whether you're ready to do your final recital.
I had been anticipating this moment for the last year and a half, waiting to hear if I'd get to do my senior recital. Well, I won't find out my results until tomorrow, but it's going to be a deciding factor on my course for next semester. Yes. Big. Deal. Very. Big. Deal.
Last night, after talking with my mom, sister, and praying a lot, I was overwhelmed with a certain peace. Yes, this was going to be a big moment, but all I could do was my best. And all I wanted to do was my best for God, the one who's opinion matters most to me. I knew that if all my efforts were for God, he would be pleased with the song I gave to him. And I think he was pleased. And now, no matter what happens, I know that I put my best efforts forward. I worked hard to improve the talents he's given me and tomorrow we'll see what doors he's opened and which doors he's closed...
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