The little boy had a great love for music, particularly piano music. His greatest dream was to be a great composer and concert pianist. So, when his Mom told him she was going to take him to hear a renowned composer in concert he was overjoyed!
At last the day of the concert arrived and the little boy sat beside his Mom, waiting for the Maestro to make his appearance. While his Mom was busy talking to a friend beside her the magnificent grand piano on the stage seemed to beckon to the boy until he could resist it no longer. He silently slipped off his seat and made his way to the stage.
Suddenly the whole crowd was shocked by the sound of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" being slowly picked out on stage. The little boy was unable to resist the lure of the beautiful piano and he just had to see how the only song he knew how to play would sound.
Murmurs sounded through the crowd.
"What does he think he's doing?"
"Who is the little brat?"
"Where is his mother?"
And then it happened. Halfway through the song the great Maestro walked onto the stage. The little boy was so enthralled with the piano he didn't notice, but the whole crowd held its breath, waiting to hear the Maestro's rebuke of the arrogant youngster.
But instead of rebuking the little music lover the Maestro quietly sat down beside him and whispered to the shocked boy "keep playing". He then put his hands on either side of the little boy and transformed the child's simple, common little tune into a song of rare beauty with his rich accompaniment.
When they finished the attitude of the crowd had completely changed and they all rose in a standing ovation.
I read this story years ago and just very recently remembered it. And I felt God telling me something as I thought it through.
I am that little boy.
I am young and inexperience in life. I know only one, simple little song. And when I share my writings I can feel just like that little boy must have when he realized what he was actually doing
Do you ever feel the same way? So often we all feel like our song is simply a slowly picked out melody, grating on the ears of those around us.
But if we let Him, the Maestro will sit down beside us, reach His big arms around us, and turn it into something beautiful.
The little boy could've pushed the Maestro away and said "No! This is my moment!" He could've quivered in fear and slipped out from under His arms and ran off the stage.
But he didn't. He humbly offered what he had to give and allowed the true Master to take the stage and glorify Himself through him.
Did everyone look at the little boy and say "Wow! He has become amazing!"? No.
They looked at the Maestro and they esteemed him more than ever.
May we give our life song over to Him and do the same.
Not for our glory, but for HIS!
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I am on a journey to know Jesus better, and be the wife, mommy and friend that God created me to be, all within the walls of my own little home. <3