Jan
16
2024
Little Feet Under The Piano
Posted in Evangelism 4 Comments
My son sent a text to the family.
He was telling all of us that his four-and-a-half year old daughter was taking piano lessons.
Her teacher is a young woman with an obvious love of both children and music.
Lessons are basic and introductory, but the motivation to learn to play is there.
My son and daughter-in-love are very musical.
Music is always heard in their house.
Their two daughters cannot help but be surrounded by it.
They are catching their Mommy and Daddy’s enthusiasm and the sheer joy of music.
My son sent a video of my granddaughter sitting next to her teacher on the piano bench.
She is learning notes and where they can be found on the keyboard.
She was excited to think that she can find the same note in different octaves.
I saw and heard the wonder in her face and voice.
When her Mommy FaceTimed me, my granddaughter told me proudly all about her lessons.
I knew I was going to see her on the weekend, so I asked her if she would play the piano for me.
Did you know that Grandma plays the piano, too? I asked.
She seemed intrigued that playing the piano was something we both shared.
When I saw her this past weekend, one of her aunts encouraged her to play for us.
She went right to our baby grand piano and sat on the bench.
Come on, everybody! She called to us.
We all gathered in the living room, sitting in various places, making sure we all could hear.
She began her little show.
She was proud to show us where certain keys were found.
She was so cute when she took her hand and climbed up the keyboard, hitting all the keys.
From where I was sitting, I couldn’t see her face; I could only see her little feet.
There she was on the big piano bench, her face hidden by the sheet music stand.
I saw her little legs dangling beneath the piano.
I saw her little feet crossed at the ankles.
I watched as she swung her legs gently back and forth.
I thought of my own long legs under the piano.
I can easily reach the floor and the foot pedals.
But there was a time when my feet dangled.
There was a time when my little feet were probably crossed at the ankles.
Come on, everybody! I can still hear her calling.
There’s something I want you to hear, I heard her say in my mind.
There’s something you will enjoy, I imagined her saying.
Let me play for you, she kindly invited by her entreaty.
What happens as children get older?
They get embarrassed to use their gifts before others.
They are afraid that people will not like the gifts they bring to the table.
They become timid and shy and the call to, Come, is no longer heard.
Come and hear, all you who fear God; let me tell you what he has done for me. (Psalm 66:16)
I pray that the call is always heard and heeded.
Come on, everybody!
Let me tell you what God has done for me.
Let me share the Good News!
Whether our feet touch the floor, or are dangling under a piano, we have something to share.
We have a story to tell.
We have a God to make known.
We have an invitation to extend.
Come to church with me.
Come, join me for Bible study.
Come, let’s meet at the coffee shop.
Come, tell me how I can pray for you.
Introduce them to Jesus.
Introduce them to His Word.
Introduce them to the Gospel.
Come on, everybody!
“Come on, everybody!!”- such a great invitation for all of us to tell others about Jesus!❤️
Amen, Carolyn! Out of the mouths of babes!
Gina
Oh, yes. Just what we need.
Amen!