Category: Short Story

In this midst of our grieving we find many ‘joy rest spots’. MG’s piano will always play for us regardless of where we are. But, having to relocate her piano which had not been tuned for years was not a ‘rest spot’. That was until the Holy Spirit brokered a perfect match for her little sweet piano.

One of MG’s prayer partners from our Community Church which had been so faithful visiting MG in rehab and helping in anyway she could told me a story about her eleven year old grandson.

He began playing piano before he was 5 years old when he could find one to play. He plays by ear. He comes from a Christian home but a single family home where buying a piano was not an option. They live in W Va maybe an hour or so from Leesburg. His grandmother began to inquire about MG’s piano. I asked her to bring the grandson to see how he liked the piano. He did but knew it had to be tuned since he played by ear. Then there would be the cost of moving down flights of steps and a distance drive to his home.

Our ‘rest spot’…Jerry has the piano as a gift from MG. Grandma paid to-move and tune. The first day he practiced 2 1/2 hours. He played a little video for us. (See below) Had to be short to text to us.

It seems God has given Jerry a gift of music much like MG’s. I am thrilled and hope you will join us in praying for Jerry to be greatly blessed as he blesses many with his gift. Yes, MG’s memorial stone gives a passage,  “Having gifts given to us let us use them. Romans 12:6

Through the looking glass of nature we can learn much about the spiritual things of God.

The other day I had just come home and I walked out to the screened in porch. I heard a slight commotion on the screen. When I looked closer there was a tiny hummingbird with his beak caught in the screen and his little wings beating frantically trying to free himself to no avail. I tried to ease his beak out of the screen but it wouldn’t budge. I didn’t know if I should touch him or not.
In an instant I thought he will die so I rushed to the other side to free hm. I gently pulled him out of the screen. He flew away as fast as his little wings could carry him.

Earlier this summer I was pruning bushes and down among the limbs, I saw something yellow. When I picked the pile of limbs up the yellow was a yellow butterfly. I thought I had killed him when I picked the branches up. I proceeded to pull the branches away from his body. Oh no, was he dead. He laid e perfectly still with wings extended. I gently placed him in the palm of my hand and said a prayer for him to be healed. Suddenly his little body climbed from my palm and up my wrist and flew away.

With all that has been happening in Houston and Florida and adjoining states, we can certainly see the same kindness shown to the beautiful people who needed help so desperately and the loving helping hands that snatched some from certain death or carried others from a bad situation, giving a loving touch and prayers to God to give healing and hope to each person and freedom to fly again. Thank you God for those who serve others tirelessly and lovingly.

Philippians 2:4 …not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.