I can’t play piano. But have been known, to try. Kerplunk!

“When God is involved, anything can happen. Be open and stay that way. God has a beautiful way of bringing good vibrations out of broken chords.”

~ Chuck Swindoll~

“Plink! Plunk! Clink! Clunk!” I spent hours in my grandparents basement, sheet music spread before me, like an ancient scroll in a language I couldn’t read, pounding my skinny little fingers on the piano’s keys. I had the “moves” down, but not the skills. I copied the moves I saw on TV. (A shout out to Sesame Street, Lawrence Welk…for providing my my introduction to “fine” music) I posed in front of the piano, looking, I’m sure, like a miniature concert pianist, trying to “will” music to come from the huge instrument. For good measure- I ocassionally slid my back-side off the edge of the piano bench, stretching my legs to press the pedals. “Maybe that’s what it needs” I thought. Nope. Music didn’t come, noise, however, did.

Years of sitting in the cold, damp basement had yielded an out of tune piano. Years of neglect- had left a few keys to make only a dull “thump”. Broken cords. Even sliding my fingers in a pseudo-scale didn’t quite sound right. But, there I sat, plunking away. Trying to make music. The cards were stacked against me.

Every once in a while, my mom would come downstairs. She’d sit down beside me, put her hands to the keys and I’d be amazed. “Heart and Soul” would erupt from the tired, old, piano. My mom had skills. She’d had “lessons”. (Well, she remembered how to play one song, anyway!) Whenever my mom came downstairs- I moved over on the bench and let her take over. Even on the old broken piano, my mom made music. It was magic.

Sometimes, I feel like an old broken, out of tune piano. (I’m either getting old or going blonde one hair at a time! 😉 I feel like parts of my life have broken keys and are way out of tune. I keep trying to make music with it… but all that comes out is a disharmonic “Plink! Plunk! Plank!” No amount of posing or posturing helps.

Fortunately-like in my Grandparents’ basement, I don’t sit on the piano bench of my life alone. I sit on the lap of the concert pianist. One who can play any instrument with ease, in and out of tune- even tuning and fixing keys as He plays. Writing new songs to replace old ones. I learned from my mom- that in order to hear the music I longed for, I had to let someone else play. Someone with skills.

God is that someone.

“When God is involved, anything can happen. Be open and stay that way. God has a beautiful way of bringing good vibrations out of broken chords.”

~ Chuck Swindoll~

Are you sitting on the piano bench alone? Do you feel like no matter how hard you try, all you can make is noise of your life? Are there broken keys and out of tune notes in your life? Do you long for music?

Then scoot over— let Him play. He’ll tune- refine and create music- even on the most dilapidated instrument.

“Dear Jesus- you are the concert pianist- you can make music from the high and low notes- even the dischordant notes can become beautiful music under your touch. God- I pray that you’d help us to climb into your lap, and let you play the notes of our life. amen”

Roman’s 8 28-30
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified. “

We all have rough notes in our lives- the verse above doesn’t promise a life without trouble. Only that when faced with trouble- God will bring good things out of it. He will make the music from our mess.

For other takes on todays’ “In Other Words” quote- please visit Loni @ Joy in The Morning

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