Music of Our Hearts

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Proverbs 4:23 NIV

Today as I approach my seventy-fourth year, I am grateful to still be able play my guitar and sing for several long-term care facilities around our community. Strangely, my musical adventures began, not with guitar, but with six years of clarinet lessons. Because my Stepfather was a clarinetist, he chose that instrument for me as well and began teaching me beginning when I was about six. I am grateful now, but at that age, I was less than overjoyed to be down in our basement squawking away through clarinet lessons, while my friends were outside playing baseball. Through those years of what felt like endless practicing my dream was of a world without lessons. Oh, how I hated that instrument then, but today I am grateful for the discipline and the lifetime of music that those tedious lessons have given me.

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In the same way, the spiritual discipline of prayer helps to prepare us for the challenges that life throws our way. Just as I was able to share precious moments, while my dad was in his final hours, by being able to play my guitar for him, so prayer prepares us to be used by God in the ordinary things of everyday life. Though, the discipline of practicing is unloved by children, they do not realize that childhood is the perfect time for them to learn. In the same way the discipline of prayer, especially when we are young, prepares our hearts for the battles that lie ahead in adulthood. The hours we spend in God’s practice room of prayer, will help prepare us for both our greatest joys and deepest sorrows, our biggest successes and most bitter defeats. Music and prayer are precious gifts, but how we practice those gifts is our choice. The Bible tells us to carefully guard our hearts, and there is no better way to guard them than by prayer. God knows that this discipline, though at times feels tedious, will teach us to play a melody in life that will echo the music of Heaven and the song of the redeemed!

Clarinet Lessons

Clarinet: An instrument of discipline inflicted on children in order to instill a love for any other musical instrument except the one whose reed repeatedly cuts their lower lips!

Okay well my childhood clarinet lessons were not really torture but were generally awful experiences. Yet in spite of those sliced open lower lip memories, they did teach me one important thing: you must follow the sheet music if you want to please the teacher. Reading an Amish prayer this morning, brought me back to my lessons.

As you are my light
So shine in me
As you are my life
So live in me
As you are my faith
So adorn me
As you are my joy
So be pleased with me
As I am your dwelling
So live in me
As I am your instrument
So live in me.

From "Amish Prayers" 
Compiled by Beverly Lewis


Christ Himself is our sheet music and His every step was a note written by the hand of God. If we will lovingly yield our lives to Him, His Spirit will use us as instruments to play a part of Heaven’s symphony through our very ordinary everyday lives!

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. Romans 12:2 ESV

My Song

The Lord is my strength and song, and He has become my salvation Psalm 118:14 NKJV

What I miss most about childhood is baseball.  I loved the summer memories of trying to catch, pitch and the challenge trying to hit the ball. Only once can I remember hitting a home run and it happened while wildly swinging with both eyes closed!

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But this story isn’t about baseball; it’s about music and while the thing I loved most was baseball, the thing I loved least was daily music lessons. I hated not being able to play with my friends till my clarinet lessons were done. I hated sitting trying to remember that every good boy does fine (EGBDF). I hated split and bleeding lips from the clarinet reed. I dreaded sitting Saturday mornings with my music teacher squeaking and squawking through my lesson. But gradually music grew to be less like an unwelcome intruder and more like a family member. Clarinet blended into piano and then guitar. One summer I learned to sing and then music which had always been a part of my life became my song.

 

It is the same way in our relationship with the Lord. Every day we squeak and squawk through the notes to His song. Sometimes it seems like it would be fun to just run off to do our own thing. But if we commit to Him a little every day we will find that slowly we are being changed. Little by little, note by note He begins to teach us the musical score which He has created just for our life. Learning that melody by heart changes His music into our daily strength and song.

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