A Loves Return

One of my many passions is music.

I enjoy listening to it.
I enjoy attempts of dancing to it.
I enjoy singing to it.

I enjoy making it even more.

Yesterday, on the one day of the year that commemorates "love," my dad came by with a bouquet of flowers, hugged me and then said he would have me reunited with my love, my piano, today.

By 4 p.m., I had my very beautiful upright piano in my apartment, and out of my parents house, for the first time ever.

I vividly recall the day George and Brenda, along with my parents, crammed it through our front door and into the living room. I remember standing and marveling at it's shiny cherry wood and white keys.

It was a beauty.
It was my beauty.

I was five and my feet dangled off the bench as I tinkered with a variety of crudely sounding chords. Mom soon had me signed up with one of the best piano teachers in the county (perhaps the crude chords were getting to be too much) and a few years after that, I could read music and play several simple lullabies.

That was nearly 20 years ago. Now, I have my beauty back. I've re-claimed my piano. It's home now. Praise the Lord!

My lovely piano and myself have shared many, many intimate moments. When Annie died, my piano became a place where I grieved. When mom and I would argue, my piano was a place where I could creatively "bang" out my frustration. When I suffered high-school heart-ache, my piano became a place where I would cry through my fingertips. When I was happy and in the throws of young-love, my piano became a place where my joy would be on display. When I yearned to worship, my piano became my soul. When I got ready to leave for college, my piano became a place where memories were recorded.

Now, when I want to cry, laugh, creatively yell, worship, praise, and sing, I have my piano again!!

"Praise Him with a blast of the ram's horn;
praise Him with the lyre and harp!
Praise Him with a clash of cymbals;
praise Him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that breathes sing praises to the LORD!
Praise the LORD!" Psalm 150:3-6 (NLT)

Father, thank you for the gift of music. You're beauty is so evident throughout creation and through music, and I Praise You for that. I look forward to getting to worship and praise You every minute of every day in Your Kingdom.

Thank you for blessing me with my piano, and with my ability to play it. Lord, help me use this skill to bring You glory and to Sing Praises to You!