CUE THE MUSIC

Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti

I grew up with music in my life. My mother played this piano every day. My sisters and I would lay under it while she played. The music filled us. She played marching songs and we marched around the house banging on pots and pans. She played The Flight of the Bumblebee and we ran around the living room buzzing like bees. She played show tunes and we all sang along. She played for church services, concerts, musicals, soloists, weddings, funerals and even played in the lobby of Neiman Marcus during Christmas. She was amazing.

Life is like a movie and you know what makes a good movie? Great music. There were times when Mom would go to the movies and she would come home and sit at the piano and play the title song from the movie she had just seen. Having never seen the score, she could work out the notes. Her gift did not go wasted.

Imagine Jesus as the conductor of life's musical score.

Just the other day I was driving to work. It is a 20 to 30 minute drive and I often listen to Christian radio and sing. Sometimes I listen and pray. This day I was praying, talking to God about this blog. I had received feedback from a couple of my readers and was just praising God for the words he has given me. As per usual when I talk to God he talks back. Usually it is with pictures in my mind or a quiet whisper. He told me he was going to use this blog to help people. I answered this with, "I just want it to be about you."

CUE THE MUSIC - It was at that very instance that the next song began playing. Immediately I began to weep and laugh at the same time. The title of the song is I Can Only Imagine. Even now I am crying and laughing.

Imagine Jesus knowing that I needed that confirmation at that exact moment in this movie. This song not only confirms that this blog is God's blog and he has chosen me to write it, but it was also one of my mother's favorites in her last days. She would play this with a look of peace on her face. She was ready to meet Jesus. She was longing to be in his presence and she could only Imagine Jesus conducting her in a heavenly orchestra filled with amazing musicians and grateful saints praising their savior for eternity.

When mom passed her piano became a lasting memorial to a lady whose shoes will never be filled. It sits silent in my sister's dining room waiting for its master to command its keys once again. She won't be coming to play this piano, but it is with certainty that she is playing a finely tuned heavenly piano surrounded by those who have gone before playing for the King of Kings no longer Imagined.

Throw back Thursday requires me to post the photo below from 1963. I am the baby on the piano. I do apologize to Jennifer and Dan, but I don't have another photo of all 7 of us and the piano.

Psalm 13:6 "I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me."

Psalm 18.46 "The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock! Exalted be God my Savior!"