Whispers of His Movement by Gina Gallagher

Author:Gina Gallagher [Gallagher, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781490807669
Publisher: WestBowPress
Published: 2013-09-23T00:00:00+00:00

Faith

The Yoke

I play the piano. There is something so special about sitting at the piano when the house is quiet, when no one else is around, and just play to my heart’s content. Growing up, my mother always said she knew the kind of day I had by the songs I played. My emotions tended to come out through my fingers.

Like any young piano student, I didn’t like to practice. One day, I came home from school and the lid that covered the piano keys was pulled down. It was always open. Asking my mother about it, she gave me either the most brilliant answer or the most ridiculous. You don’t practice. There is no reason to keep this piano. I am going to find someone we can give the piano to, someone who will appreciate it. My mother knew me well. Just the thought of losing that piano was enough to make me practice. Practicing was never a problem again.

Playing the piano has been a tremendous blessing. There was always music in our home; my children were surrounded by it. They all sing or play an instrument, with some playing more than one. I used to play the piano during the worship time at women’s Bible study years ago. The director of the prayer and care ministry, at the church I attended back then, asked me if I would play the piano for the funeral service of a man named Jack.

I didn’t know Jack, but I felt led to say yes to the request. I played the songs that were asked of me. I had the privilege of listening to all that was said about this special man. Jack was never married. He had taken care of his aging parents until they both died. He had retired from a company he had worked for his entire life. Not having any family to speak of, the company made all the arrangements for his funeral. One by one, people had amazing stories to tell about Jack.

He was selfless, kind, quiet, encouraging, faithful, and a man who loved the Lord. He was wonderful to his parents. I was sad that I never had the opportunity to know him. This glimpse, this small window, was all I had of the man. I was touched when I heard stories about how he took care of his parents. His father died first, then he cared for his mother until her death. Through it all, he never missed work. He was a man of integrity.

When I gathered my music books and got ready to leave, an envelope was given to me: A gift for you, for your music. I knew right away it was payment for playing the piano, something I never accepted. The man from Jack’s company, who made the arrangements, said that I must take it. There was no saying “NO”. I struggled all the way home with that envelope. I hadn’t even opened it. It was payment for my music. I was the one who was blessed by all I saw and heard.

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