Piano Passion

When I was younger, the Lord, art, and nature were my great passions. Not much has changed except that awkward 20-year phase where men snuck into that mix. I love my family now, adore my children, but more rare-for-this-season moments of passion still center around the Lord, art, nature and music.

I love playing the piano. To me, piano playing is my strongest outlet of all these passions. When I play, no matter what it is, it somehow takes me outside to nature in my mind and soul. It is an expression of art and a release of passion welling up. And of course the ability to play well and with this passion is without question a generous gift from God. He saw fit to put the piano into my dna.

I hear nonsense that anyone can learn to play the piano passionately. Anyone can learn to push the keys down, can learn timbre, methods, theory, timing, sustain pedal, etc. Yes, you can diligently study those things and apply them with professionalism. But the passion part, the art, the creativity, the mastery can only happen with God’s touch. There is no doubt in my mind.

Any craftsman and amazing artist is inspired by God, gifted by Him. This is true for any craft.

Because God is the ultimate Master of every craft.❤

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The Laws of Nature

God created this world and everything in it using physical, biological, mathematical, etc. laws and lots and lots of love. And if you study His design long enough, you will be amazed by His skills and also ask why. Why go to all the trouble? Why is it all here? And the answer is as profound as the question, and I know it. Wanna hear it? God designed everything because 1. He wanted to and frankly, He can do whatever He wants to do and 2. His immense love compelled Him to. As soon as He thought of you, He loved you so much He just had to give you life. And here is why we say God is love. He cannot operate without it. Love is God’s DNA, if He has such a thing, or at least His M.O. (modus operendi). And if that does not well up your praise and worship of God, I cannot help you. 😄 ❤

The Blowing of the Wind

Wind is powerful force. It tests your resolve. It weathers you. It breaches the inner fibers of your soul to determine its worth. The Blowing of the Wind can shake us to the core. And sometimes that is the test. To whine and live in a past that no longer exists and a thinking too much of oneself is a failing of that test. Self-pity is a failing of the test. Internal struggle is sometimes even a failing of that test. The wind erodes the unimportant and weak and leaves behind the valuable and strong. Wind is a blessing. Nothing grows us faster than the wind as it blows. Of course it shows true colors, blows away hot air, reveals truth. I do not fear the wind anymore. I know full well that my Father God is stronger than any wind we can face. My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is my rock, refuge, fortress, my everything. And He commands the wind. It obeys Him without question. Cling to Jesus. Let the wind blow where it will. ❤

Just Plain Batty

My daughter and I studied bats today in science class. And I have to tell you, I have a new appreciation of God’s sense of humor. Bats are a hoot. They look funny, act strangely, sleep weird and do a great deal of good (mostly) at the same time. Bats are a riot. They are really funny. I think that a lot in studying animals. God’s sense of humor and His creative mastery cannot be ignored. People too, but you will appreciate these if you study things closely. Even a simple wild flower, if you look closely at it, will fill you with awe at its Maker, and bats as well as many other creatures and the wacky dance of the ostrich will certainly make you laugh and celebrate God’s sense of humor. He rocks!❤❤❤

The Nicest Day Ever

If there was ever a nicer day than today, it has escaped from my memory banks. Many things made it the nicest. The obvious one is the weather. Beautiful blue skies, cool breeze, warm sun and refreshing after-the-rain smell and freshness. But also making it nice is having a pause in my work to take my daughter to the park and be able to praise God for His glorious creation so beautifully shown in the nature here. Also nice is that the rain last night helped my newly planted fence-vine shoots to be healthy and happy. Also, the fence is now officially completed in preparation for the promised Christmas dog. The sun feels great on my skin. Zach is at his dad’s so is not bring picked on at home. Everyone is healthy and prayed over. And I cannot help but believe this to be the nicest day ever. And now I shared it with you. And I hope God blesses you today also with the nicest day ever. ❤

Garden Joy

Today I planted peas, carrots and radishes. We already have blackberry bushes growing and rosemary thriving. I also transplanted two ginger plants the birds were kind enough to plant in our yard. So God has been good to us. And very little in life brings me more sheer joy than working our garden. I was raised on a farm in Buchanan, Michigan and having a garden was my normal. I live it. It has taken me a while to Learn the stark differences to growing food in central Florida. Growing seasons are different, soil needs a lot of love constantly, bugs are incredibly resilient and prolific, so on. So these first few years are experimental but I am hopeful we will do well. I am watching a lot of youtube tutorials for our area. So may God bless our efforts and let’s see what happens. 😄❤

Watching Herons

Herons are commonplace where I live, but I never tire of watching them. They are regal and appear almost breakable and elegant and yet stand unphased amongst alligators and snakes. And they are the most accurate fisherbirds. I can see why. I watch them fish. They stand keenly, quite still for a time duration that presses my impatient tendencies to the limit. How long will he wait? But he is studying, calculating in his little bird brain. He doesn’t want to put out effort for nothing, he wants a meal, wants it to count. So he waits for the perfect chance, the right position, the fish become quite comfortable in his presence, so long he waits to strike. But strike, he eventually does and to great effect. Great fisherbird. The king maybe. No great heroics like the osprey with his beautiful flying acrobatics. No prattle like the moorhen. No clumsy and really fun misses like the awkward but terribly fun pelican. No, the heron is in its own class. He knows he is the best fisherman around. He knows God made him that way. He is confident.

And here is my lesson from the heron. Two actually… 1. We are all made differently and methodical is effective or even more effective than jump in and see what happens. And 2. God pours confidence in His creation but the still accept it more. The heron waits and studies and grows more confident in the environment God made him for. Quietness in God’s presence builds confidence and success. Not because of us but because of Him. With God, I have confidence. The closer I am to Him in stillness, the less I have to say and the more confidence and success I have. ❤