Someone once mentioned that music is something we already know will be present in Heaven. I greatly appreciate that for I have always considered music a beautiful gift from God. Honestly, I cannot imagine a moment....a day...a world without music. I am deeply and forever grateful for music.
Music brings back so many memories. From earliest days, I recall Dad as the worship leader in my home church. I remember Mom singing and whistling as she worked around our home. I remember Dad teaching me songs as "we" worked on the family car. I remember both of my grandmothers playing piano. I remember extended families gathering around the piano to sing carols on Christmas Day. I remember my Grandmother's player piano sitting in the corner of her living room, which she let me play countless times. I remember my parents purchasing a piano for their home...which now sits in mine. I remember choirs singing in churches and schools. I remember youth group trips that turned into music marathons on the church bus. I remember standing in front of crowds singing as a toddler. I even remember crawling upon my parents' piano bench, reaching my young hands out to the piano and playing my first song, which brought Mom upstairs in record time. I remember auditioning for the college concert choir and going on multiple tours. I remember playing piano for college and church services, individual solos, weddings and funerals. I remember directing adult choirs, children's choirs and teen choirs. I remember piano lessons, voice lessons, theory classes and times I simply had to sing or play...alone...when nothing else helped.
It isn't uncommon for me to listen to classical music that takes my breath away. It isn't uncommon for me to play "air piano" or sing with an "air microphone" as I listen to rock music while working in the kitchen. It isn't uncommon for me to enjoy hymns, contemporary songs, country ballads or show tunes as the stereo plays...continually.
Yet my heart continually longs for music I have not heard...yet. I hear Him each day in the gentle rain, the laughter of children, the cool summer breeze or the birds singing in spring. Yet I deeply long to hear Him sing...the Maker of music, the Great I Am, the One Who loves me most, my Audience of One. I pray that as I sing or play music...He will hear a heart grateful for His love, mercy, grace and hope. Someday, I will stand before Him as He not only speaks...but sings...and I will know I am finally Home...hearing the most beautiful music of all...for eternity.<3~thl
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