He strode with candid confidence up to the gleaming grand piano. After placing his slender fingers in positions that still looked foreign to him, the song began. Only my well-trained mother’s eye could detect the slight tremor of his knuckles when he plucked the first few keys. The song he chose, played within the comfortable confines of the 5 finger C scale, was not particularly challenging. Even so, he played like it was Beethoven by owning every single note. When he bowed at the end, with a smile as wide as the sound board, he knew what he had done and why. My dear son had carried out the task commissioned to him by his caring piano teacher, simply because he trusted her instruction.
Oh, what my weathered soul should glean from my son’s expectant youth. How I endeavour to follow in his hopeful frame.
Almost three years ago God commissioned me with a task.
“Write” I thought I heard Him say.
And so, I wrote.
“It’s a book” I thought I heard Him say.
And so, I called it that.
“Commit your way to the Lord and He will act” the Psalmist bellowed.
And act He did.
In a few short months I will add my name to a long line of published authors, most of whom have penned words far more eloquent than mine. I did what I could with my own 5 finger scale. Even so, as I approach the bench and steady my trembling hands for my performance, I hope I can do so with a smile by remembering what I have done and why. You see, composers compose to capture a moment they want to remember and as a way to share what they’ve experienced with others. For this writer, it’s the same. The words I’ve scratched out are an ode to a God who never fails, even when others, circumstances, and we, do fail. Please ignore my simple melody, but rather embrace my emboldened delivery of the song; because I trust with all my heart, my soul, and my mind, in the One I’ve written it for.
From the look on my son’s teacher’s face, it was enough for her; therefore, with child-like faith I will rest in knowing it is enough for Him.
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