Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Counting...
Knowing I never walk this journey alone...makes each step more beautiful, meaningful and purposeful. May I never forget to count my blessings...and count on Him.<3!~thl
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Life song...
While playing piano recently, I paused to consider why I love music so much. Before I ever climbed upon the piano bench around three years of age, I sang. Lots. I absorbed every song Dad taught me. I listened to music at church, on the radio, on television, in public and even in stores. I listened and watched as others sang and played instruments. Music mesmerized me. Always.
I vividly recall the literal climb onto the piano bench in our house for the first time. I still don't know what motivated me to do so at that moment. Mom was downstairs. My older brothers were at school. I simply remember being drawn to the piano. I remember looking at those black and white keys...amazed, curious and determined. Without hesitation, I placed my little hands onto that beautiful instrument...and played my very first song in its entirety..."Jesus Loves Me." It was not a classical piece. But it was identifiable...hopefully. Mom immediately rushed upstairs asking who I had allowed in the house to play piano without her knowledge. I simply said..."me." I won't forget Mom's expression. Ever. Priceless.
Yesterday I sat at the piano again. Before placing my favorite classical book before me, I paused. I observed those beautiful eighty-eight keys. I recalled decades of countless weddings, church services, college events, funerals and special occasions in this same position. The instrument is silent, awaiting the touch of my hands and feet while focusing on the score and the sound. Whether piano, organ, keyboard or voice, there is a call to simply share the message of the music with the listening hearts of others. Each moment is a gift to never take lightly for music touches lives in its own powerful and precious way. I pray. I surrender. I share. For Him. For them.
I can't help but see a similarity of life as I look at the keyboard. The journey of our life song varies. From soft and slow, to strong and rapid, music captures senses and souls with different approaches. Sometimes pitches are low, as if wading through life's valleys. Sometimes notes are in medium ranges, as if walking through a routine day. Sometimes, pitches rise higher than expected as if celebrating special, emphatic moments. Sometimes there is uneasy discord. Sometimes there is beautiful harmony. Sometimes we feel lost in a harsh cacophony. Sometimes, we embrace a soothing symphony. Sometimes, we simply and importantly....rest. Yet as each moment, each note and each composition unfold, we realize that the Composer is still present. He directs us through measures, steps, seasons and chapters...one beat at a time.
I am not sure how my journey, my song, my life will be fulfilled in its entirety. The last beat has not been counted. The last note has not been shared. Yet I am grateful that He is watching, leading and writing the music as He somehow uses this very imperfect instrument for His purpose and plan. I will not take a moment for granted. I pray. I surrender. I share. For Him. For them.<3~thl
I vividly recall the literal climb onto the piano bench in our house for the first time. I still don't know what motivated me to do so at that moment. Mom was downstairs. My older brothers were at school. I simply remember being drawn to the piano. I remember looking at those black and white keys...amazed, curious and determined. Without hesitation, I placed my little hands onto that beautiful instrument...and played my very first song in its entirety..."Jesus Loves Me." It was not a classical piece. But it was identifiable...hopefully. Mom immediately rushed upstairs asking who I had allowed in the house to play piano without her knowledge. I simply said..."me." I won't forget Mom's expression. Ever. Priceless.
Yesterday I sat at the piano again. Before placing my favorite classical book before me, I paused. I observed those beautiful eighty-eight keys. I recalled decades of countless weddings, church services, college events, funerals and special occasions in this same position. The instrument is silent, awaiting the touch of my hands and feet while focusing on the score and the sound. Whether piano, organ, keyboard or voice, there is a call to simply share the message of the music with the listening hearts of others. Each moment is a gift to never take lightly for music touches lives in its own powerful and precious way. I pray. I surrender. I share. For Him. For them.
I can't help but see a similarity of life as I look at the keyboard. The journey of our life song varies. From soft and slow, to strong and rapid, music captures senses and souls with different approaches. Sometimes pitches are low, as if wading through life's valleys. Sometimes notes are in medium ranges, as if walking through a routine day. Sometimes, pitches rise higher than expected as if celebrating special, emphatic moments. Sometimes there is uneasy discord. Sometimes there is beautiful harmony. Sometimes we feel lost in a harsh cacophony. Sometimes, we embrace a soothing symphony. Sometimes, we simply and importantly....rest. Yet as each moment, each note and each composition unfold, we realize that the Composer is still present. He directs us through measures, steps, seasons and chapters...one beat at a time.
I am not sure how my journey, my song, my life will be fulfilled in its entirety. The last beat has not been counted. The last note has not been shared. Yet I am grateful that He is watching, leading and writing the music as He somehow uses this very imperfect instrument for His purpose and plan. I will not take a moment for granted. I pray. I surrender. I share. For Him. For them.<3~thl
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