I am doing well on my challenge. It's amazing how when you present your weakness to God, he fills it with Himself. He loves my weakness...my weakness presented to Him. I am reminded of that even this week. Whey do we hide our weakness? We are ashamed of it, so we hide it or try to cover it up with our own efforts. But God does not run from our weakness...he waits for them to be given to him. Like a child who has broken something...I can go to Daddy and give it to him to fix and take care of. God loves everything about me. He even loves the weak parts of me as I yield to them. If I don't yield them, however, it just becomes stubborness! Oh, for a heart that will trust you, Father, always enough to give you even my weakness...even my MESS...and run to you! Thank you God, that you fill me up with YOU! This is grace!
My hands delicately touched the ivory keys. In reverent solace, I took a deep breath as I sat in the darkness of this unfamiliar house. Slowly, I began to let my fingers flow with the emotions I was feeling. It had been months since I had sat at a piano. But this piano was nothing like the one I had known before: this piano was a perfectly tuned Baby Grand, worth thousands of dollars. The piano I had know - my piano - was an old out of tune spinet that I had purchased at a yard sale for $50. And in that moment, as my fingers danced across the meticulously cared for ivory, I realized how deeply I missed my old out-of-tune friend. It was a feeling that came unexpectedly, this grief. It startled me. So, I quickly stuffed it down inside of myself and shook it off as nonsensical. But as warm tears began streaming down my cheeks while I played this Grand, I soon realized that this was an emotion I could no longer deny: I was grieving the loss of my piano. The loss of my piano had come a...
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