A violinist stands center field giving a unique touch to our high school band’s show this year. The melancholy tune adds a haunting melody that speaks to the soul. Their music tells a story.
I wish I could describe it. The music crescendos with trumpets and tubas, flutes and clarinets, drums, bells, cymbals….ahhh the cymbals. My heart swells with the beauty of the music, tears escape from my eyes, and I know I’ve heard within all of those notes a faint heavenly prelude.
As I sat in the bleachers watching them practice over and over yesterday preparing for their contest, the sun beaming down on my face didn’t hold a candle to that music. I don’t think I was just being a proud band mom. Theirs is unique. The band instructor wrote it himself. Yet it wasn’t the composition that stirred me so. It was the sound of music that God himself gave us, the ability to hear those notes which if painted would have colored the sky with the colors we have yet to experience.
Our God has given us treasures hidden throughout this realm inviting us to Himself. The treasures here are muted compared to what they will be on the other side, but once in awhile, I think when we are really looking or listening, He grants us a peek if only for a second.
How will you know? I don’t think I need to tell you.
You’ll know. Just keep a look and an ear out!
Grace and Peace,
You have made known to me the path of life; you fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalm 16:11
ps. The band won! (smile)