Six–almost seven–years ago, close to my birthday, I bought a portable keyboard.
It was an impulse buy that I had no business making. Life had fallen apart, we were in the midst of a real-time nightmare, and I didn’t even know where we were going to live, let alone how I was going to pay for a $100 keyboard that I uncharacteristically threw on my credit card.
But I bought it on a whim, because everything seemed so dark and awful, and I needed something to grasp hold of. I distinctly remember standing in Best Buy and thinking, “I’ve always wanted to learn piano. I’ll learn piano. For my birthday. Yes, that will help.”
Completely irrational thinking. But for some reason, buying that silly keyboard gave me a bit of hope.
Flash Forward to tonight:
I never learned how to play that keyboard. I played around with it some; banged out a few tunes: hymns, mostly. A couple of worship songs. But never did anything with it.
But, my girl did.
Tonight, I’m listening to her play song after song on that keyboard, that’s a bit beat up now. She has played it till it is nearly worn out. And, she’s taught herself every note, every chord. And, it has been good for her soul–and mine–to do so.
So I’m laying here in my bed, working while listening to her play music from Journey, Broadway Musical tunes, an occasional Adele song, and–my favorite–a beautiful arrangement of “Jesus Paid it All”.
And it is a gift of grace to us both.
It is prayer, for me to hear. It is prayer, for her to play.
And I don’t regret making that irrational purchase for one second.
1 Corinthians 14:15