Let me introduce the newest addition to the family. It’s awfully noisy and, like most things I’m in the habit of acquiring, it arrived desperately in need of a cleaning (and most likely a paint job).
Some people look at a sewing needle, and their palms sweat, they feel anxious, and dread fills their heart. I feel much the same when I look at a music scale. Little black circles with sticks attached to them cause my spine to shutter. I love music, however, playing music is a very different matter all together. It requires practice and patience. Anything that requires practice and patience, is usually an activity which I avoid at all costs. If I can’t sit down and play like Mozart by 2pm tomorrow, well just forget it sister!
Have you ever noticed the art of “heart music” requires the same thing? Things like thankfulness and joy don’t just roll out of us like a splendid concert naturally! I can tell you, on a regular “piles of laundry taunting me, why is there weird sticky spots all over the floor, oh look it’s 5:30 and I have no idea what I’m cooking for dinner!” day in the Feistel house, having a spirit of praise is just about the last thing on my mind! Jeremiah didn’t call praise a “sacrifice” in the Bible for no reason! It can be done though, all it takes is a little practice. Well, practice and a little self control. Sort of like when the phone rings, and in mid-”children beware” voice, I stop to answer with a breezy “all is right with the world, and I really couldn’t be happier” voice. If you’ve ever had kids, you totally know you’ve done that! We can snap out of a bad heart attitude with just the same amount of will power, and having God Himself on the other line should be motivation enough!
The sweet little ladies at the thrift store thought they were just selling me an old piano that thumps loudly and smells of dust. What I actually bought (besides a headache) was a means to teach my girls the value of praise. I hope they will always look at life and see a song. I hope as chubby little fingers learn to plink and plunk the notes to make a melody, they will also learn along the way the sort of music that only the heart can play.
In My Heart There Rings a Melody
I have a song that Jesus gave me,
It was sent from heaven above;
There never was a sweeter melody,
‘Tis a melody of love.
In my heart there rings a melody,
There rings a melody with heaven’s harmony;
In my heart there rings a melody;
There rings a melody of love!
I love the Christ who died on Calv’ry,
For He washed my sins away;
He put within my heart a melody,
And I know it’s there to stay.
‘Twill be my endless theme in glory,
With the angels I will sing;
‘Twill be a song with glorious harmony,
When the courts of heaven ring.
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