Shining Moments

From the time when I was very young I wanted to play the piano. So when my parents bought an old upright piano when I was nine, I was thrilled.

I sat down with my mom’s old piano books and worked to figure it out.

One note at a time

   I began to play.

      First the right hand and then the left.

          Slowly adding chords, sharps and flats.

Because of our many moves I never had a piano teacher for long.

But that didn’t diminish my desire to play.

Somehow I was able to express myself best through playing the piano.

It was and is still today my favorite way to spend some free time.

My love for playing the piano

   somehow was passed on to my oldest daughter.

“Teach me, Mommy,” she’d ask and I would sit beside her carefully showing her how to

     make  beautiful music.

Oh the fun we had playing four hand piano duets.

I can still hear the sounds Edelweiss.

Shining moments.

Life keeps going and today Jenny also plays the piano.

Slowly she began

   One note at a time

     carefully placing her hands in the right position

         and then very tentatively at first

             and later with confidence

                 playing the whole piece.

As a parent it’s a joy to watch our kids learn to do things

   to face challenges and to grow and learn.

But when they begin to enjoy something that has given us much pleasure over the years

   Well, that’s a special joy.

God also rejoices when we experience His Joy

  When we get excited about the things that excite Him

  When we catch the vision

      And hear that song of love.

“The Father gave the Son

     The Son gave the Spirit

         The Spirit gives us life

             So we can give the gift of love.” *

Gifts are meant to be passed on.

I still have more passing to do

What about you?

Are you passing on the things that matter the most to do?

Keep doing that

    Music, photography, writing, teaching

        and most of all

            that gift of love.

Those following in our footsteps need us to pass it on.

 

 *The Gift Goes On.”       

 

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