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The Story Behind The Music

I hear the sounds wherever I go –

on every street corner

it seems in every home.

Softly muffled cries – hushed sighs.

Pain. Desperation. Loneliness.

Does anyone care?

My heart is heavy but my faith strong.

There is a God who knows out pain

and sees the hurting soul.

Yes, He draws near to those bent over in sorrow

and reaches to wipe the tears that fall.

My tears and yours.

In the past music has always soothed my soul.

I’d spend hours playing the piano – literally pouring out my heart as I touched the keys.

And as my fingers moved from white to black keys

my heart was quieted and I was at peace.

Music soothes the restless soul. Music calms the frayed nerves.

Growing up I listened to the radio late into the night

discovering the comfort of music as it drew me to the Heart of the One bigger than I.

So quite impulsively I decided to simply play the piano on Facebook Live.

Longing to reach out across the world

with the healing peace that comes from Him.

My shyness took a backseat as I determined not to focus on who would listen

or what anyone would say – how many likes, etc.

Just focus on that one – those many- who are struggling with pain and problems.

And play.

The minutes ticked by slowly as I waited for 9:00pm on Saturday night.

Usually I am preparing to retire after a long day at that time

but this evening I was alert and prepared to play for anyone who happened to listen.

Technology today can sometimes annoy me as it makes it all too easy

for people to disconnect from each other

but this time technology served Him.

At just the hour

I began to softly play – many old hymns from the past.

Focusing on the healing, soothing melodies of old.

Praying for hearts to be drawn into His Rest.

As I touched the last chord my heart was peaceful.

It was as if together – from around the world – we were drawn to worship Him.

And to remember.

One simple piano.

A few melodies of old.

And  the reminder that

He knows. He sees. He cares.

If you didn’t catch it LIVE

you can watch the replay on Facebook.

The need is great. The hour is now.

Together let’s be His Peace.

 

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Songs In The Night

Another night.

Tossing back and forth.

Thinking.

Praying.

Remembering.

The words of treasured hymns from long ago come to mind.

‘When you walk with the Lord.’

‘It is well’.

Even ‘Jesus Loves me’

Then suddenly

‘Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps

and giveth me songs in the night.’

Words of long ago. So long ago I tossed some more trying to remember

what hymn they were from.

Praying. Praying for this one. For that one. Praying some more.

Songs in the night.

An amazing thought.

Those treasured songs of long time past comfort and encourage me today.

He still gives songs in the night.

For you. For me. For all those who are weary and broken.

Redeemed.

He redeems all our heartaches and brings beauty from ashes.

Songs in the night.

Listen in the stillness

whispers of love.

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Let’s Talk It Over

“Lord, please use me today. I give it to you.

And may Your Name be glorified.”

I meant that prayer with every fiber of my being.

Yes, I did.

Well, I thought I did.

God blesses victories and successes. Right?

But what if there was a mistake, or an accident

or a miscarriage or failed adoption

or a divorce

or a rejected manuscript

or a failed business? And on and on and on.

What then?

Every time before I’d sit to play a piano solo or an offertory

I would ask the Lord to bless it and use it for His Glory.

It was His. And I played well.

But there was that day that changed my thinking.

I had practiced for hours and knew every note.

Backwards and forwards

with my eyes closed.

Then that moment came when I stepped to the piano.

The congregation waited.

I was nervous – I was usually nervous.

“Lord, help me” I cried within. Make it good, I thought.

And so I played

and everything was going so well

until I hit the last cord.

Discord sounded as I realized I had hit one wrong note.

Just one but the sound echoed in my ears long after I hit it.

I stumbled to my seat

Shakened by my foolish mistake

Ugh.

Embarrassment and disappointment covered me.

“Lord, I prayed” I cried out.

Then from somewhere deep within I sensed

“Did you give it to Me?”

“Why yes, Lord. You know I did.”

“Then the outcome is Mine too.”

Like sunshine breaking through the storm

I began to see.

The outcome was His to do with as He chose.

Something that I had missed for years.

Yes, I had given it. But I assumed He would give me

a flawless performance for His Glory.

But here it was still His and He allowed me

to experience less than perfect.

A mess, in my mind, because one wrong note spoiled it all.

Right?

As I thought and pondered I began to see

that when I give it all to Him

I need to take my hands off.

I need to accept His Will, His Way

whatever that may be.

Once more my heart was humbled as I began to see

how I tended to take ownership for the outcomes

if they were undesirable and I’d beat myself up for daysmarch 11 bench

rather than trusting Him with it all.

Freedom broke forth

and liberation to give and serve

without holding onto the end result.

So who is holding the outcome for you?

Let Him have it all. Embrace the peace He gives.

Trust Him to use it all for His Glory and your good.

He longs to do just that for both of us.

Join me, won’t you.