Messing Up

I arranged the piece.
I prayed.
I practiced for hours on Friday.
I practiced for hours on Saturday.
I went over at 6am on Sunday morning to practice and warm up.
I practiced the difficult part many, many times, and played it correctly many, many times.

I was nervous about it.
I gave it to God.

The time came.
I played from my heart with the words in mind.
I choked, and caused the harp to moan with terrible sounds.

I kept going.
I finished.

I guess God allows these things to happen

so I remember that I can't do it all and that it's not about me.

God will get the glory whether I mess up or not.