What could go wrong?
It’s just a voicemail. Just listen
real quick. But in
actuality, the message threw me a curve.
It rattled me. The delight I’d
known 5 minutes ago had been invaded. And
the evening that began with thrilling moments musically now held tainted air. We had met with friends for new music—new instrumentation,
new combinations, new blends. Having waited
more than a year for this to happen, and having prayed about joining them on oboe
in particular, I figure my giddiness showed.
Joy ran deep. Would we also use
piano? What about voices? Still some questions, yet we met, and things fell
in place almost effortlessly. Humility was
key for setting such a worshipful tone. But
then after rehearsal was when the voicemail came. A whole big complicated message that rattled the
rafters. So I stepped away to find quiet. “Lord, settle my heart,” I prayed. “Let nothing keep me from You. If Satan is twisting and destroying this, may
You prevent him.” And what ensued was
amazing. Music restarted, and there was a point in one song
where I played an F. On oboe, it’s the F
on the top line of the treble clef. This
F had something different about it. The way
the pitch centered. The strength of air
pressing in. The nuances of the note I
knew from having played thousands and thousands of Fs over the years. The Lord gift-wrapped that F with the
prettiest paper and glittery bow. In that F, He returned
to me the calm and intimacy I treasured before the voicemail. All the while playing, my heart beamed for knowing His
faithfulness in answering my prayer and coming to my rescue once again. Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that in all
things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called
according to his purpose.” May we never
doubt Him. May you and I both call upon Him. May you experience His love
today.
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