Worthwhile? Or Not.
Probably OR NOT.
At our home, we had custom built cabinetry.
The entertainment center held everything from toys to DVDs and VHS tapes to musical instruments, music galore, and even our urns for when we kick and are cremated. Yes, I am weird. They are the prettiest blue color though, so the purchase was legitimate. Okay, so that was a bunny trail.
Here, I’ve got nothing to hold the multitude of junk as my family would call it, so I’ve been doing some heavy sorting and purging. Just one more bunny trail and I’ll get to the point – maybe. It ‘just so happened’ while I was purging toys the other day, two of the children who belong to another resident stopped by for a visit. The little one investigated everything while the other one and I had fun answering some of the talking point cards among the toy stash. Total fun for me!
In Thomaston, I had alphabetized my music which meant quite a number of notebooks. At the time, it was a very convenient system. Here, I needed to pare down the number of the cumbersome notebooks. The last few days as I rested from rearranging heavy tubs of my treasures in the garage, I began to sort the music into different categories. All the religious music is in several notebooks. My harp music fills a four inch binder. Two pop music notebooks, one Christmas, and one children’s book of music fill out the collection. At a later date, I’ll alphabetize them all in each book, but for now I will put them … somewhere. Probably in a tub until I get some shelving of some sort.
And I think there is at least one other tub of music still in the garage. Ugh! And that doesn’t even include the four drawer filing cabinet or five shelf bookshelf full of music already in the house. I guess I need to start teaching music or doing something worthwhile with all that music.
Oops! There is today’s wisdom!
I need to practice!!!
Ronald and I have played our instruments on the back porch a few times. When one man heard I played the harp, he was thrilled. He was an organist and has a theater style organ in his living room. I had Ronald haul my little harp to where he was sitting on his front porch and played a little for him and had him strum the strings. Because three fingers on each hand are literally numb, he can no longer play the organ. Though he ran his fingers over the instrument, he was in a way thrilled and in a way saddened. I determined at that point, I need to practice more. The harp is soothing for the listener, and I plan to practice up to play more for him.
However, I keep putting off the practice time. There’s always one more box to sort, one more drawer to arrange. Yet, as I sorted the music today, I have reaffirmed my commitment to my instruments. I will play as long as the Lord allows my fingers and mind to work. I am going to move one harp and music stand into our small living room beside my writing recliner. When I start to do a crossword puzzle, I will be reminded (or shamed) into practicing. I do enjoy playing. It’s all about self-discipline at this point. I’m far from good at either piano or harp, but the Lord says make a joyful noise. I can handle that.
Ephesians 5:19 says to make music to the Lord in your heart. Colossians 3 talks of making music with thanksgiving. Verse after verse speaks of praising God through music. Good idea. I think I can find time right now!
Blessings
Kara Beth
