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!
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