My hands, His voice

 My hand might have five fingers, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve really only used three. I watched a movie earlier about a famous pianist, and hours later I started to use all five fingers going from C to C. It was enlightening for me. 

One, I’ve never felt accomplished just by using all my fingers. Getting my fingers to do what my brain was asking of them was monumental. You can teach an old dog new tricks.  You just have to be teachable. My fingers are stretched and achy, but I’m understanding why God gave me five fingers. 

Two, I stretched the big muscles daily, but I often forget the little ones. Let me say that the left side of my body is the weak one, so if I’m not conscious, my right side does everything. My left side is sore, because it never gets used. 

Three, I’m in awe. I never thought my fingers could do what it just did. No. I’m in amazement. Utter shock. Will I ever be Chopin. I doubt it, but what my body allowed me to just now leaves me in tears. And to do it on my a piano purchased by my great-grandfather is even more special. 

I’m having to eat a lot of humble pie these days. What my younger self could only dream, my present self is really doing. 

Lord

When your child

Is willing

You show

Your mastery

And omnipotence