Did I mention I love my piano?
I took lessons from kindergarten to some point in middle school. Sadly, you can't tell now, but back in the day I was pretty decent. Even after my lessons stopped, I still played - mostly as a teenager ridding myself of tears or angst or whatever else I was dealing with in those years.
The first Christmas The Hubs and I were married he found a used piano for cheap - and purchased it a month or so early. It is worn and a bit out of tune, one pedal doesn't work, the lid is missing a handle, but it is beautiful, and it is mine. Bubby likes it. He likes pushing the pedals and scooting the bench around, and he especially loves playing the keys.
And on evenings like yesterday I sit with the baby perched on my lap or crawling nearby on the floor, with him blocking my feet from the functioning pedal. And I get out the hymnal and my Sara Groves book and I play. Truth pours from my fingers into my ears and echoes in my spirit, and for a moment I know absolute peace.
Remember that sound
Of all of those voices inside dying down
But one who speaks clearly of helping
and healing you deep within
I want to do that again
Why can't I live there
And make my home
In sweet surrender
I want to do so much more than remember
(Sara Groves, Remember Surrender)