A Wordless Prayer

I have been re-reading an uplifting little book called Simple Pleasures.  Today, I experienced one of my own.  After a day of focused homeschooling that lasted until 4, the piano beckoned me.


How rarely I give in to life’s supreme pleasures!  I let myself get distracted by errands, chores, screens, fatigue.  A few months ago, my children were surprised to discover that I could play the guitar.  Had I not played it while they were awake since Little One was born six years ago?!!!

This afternoon, I sat down and began to play the very piano my grandmother used to play while I sat beside her, the piano my grandfather generously gave to me on Christmas eleven years ago, the piano that is always there offering a gift.  And, it was as if my soul found expression.  In simple tunes, familiar and well-practiced, I found the freedom to create.  Striking notes gently, swirling them into soft clouds, caressing high notes, and waltzing over chords, I let the melodies flow beneath my fingertips.  I, an amateur pianist, surprised myself by creating beauty . . . a beauty that allowed me to feel the presence of God!  I thanked Him for the gift of music.  Why, it is proof of heaven!


My grandmother’s piano

I have a little dare for you:  Instead of watching humanity’s rare evils tonight on the news, get out your old guitar, violin, saxophone, flute . . . .  Touch the dusty keys of your piano, and experience the rare beauty humans are capable of.  Let the notes rise out of your soul as a wordless prayer. 

“Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp!  Praise him with tambourine and dance; praise him with strings and pipe!  Praise him with sounding cymbals; praise him with loud clashing cymbals!  Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!”  Psalm 150: 3-6a