I didn’t take piano lessons growing up. My parents had an electronic organ, which my father played. The store salesman talked them into giving me lessons. I still play, but only with chords printed above the musical notes. Rudimentary at best!
Recently, we attended a concert by a piano major we’ve known since early childhood. My, how he played that instrument! The piano must have been well over a hundred years old. Beat up, ugly, scratches galore. He sat on a borrowed harp stool. Makeshift…yet it seemed like he had played this piano all his life! Old and tired, he made it sound new and alive!
He says that his final piece is the most challenging, requiring a page-turner for the sheet music. His sister has been helping, but for this composition, he calls for his father’s help. Says that his Dad knows the music, and can better keep up.
As he was playing, with his father turning pages, I thought of the help our Heavenly Father gives us. He can because He knows all about what we’re going through. He should. He’s the author. Every page He turns. Father does know best.
1 Corinthians 15:10: ‘… by the grace of God I am what I am…I worked harder than any of them, though it was not I, but the grace of God that is with me’. Like this piano player, work hard. Apply yourself. Do it again. Knowing that it is the Lord’s hand that moves the pages we’re playing off of. Jesus’ scarred hands offer good help with whatever page of life we’re on.
He turns the pages and gives us strength while orchestrating harmonies in our discordant lives; helping us to play the last note, ending well for Him!
Thank you, Lord, for always being with us. Amen.