“Begin the music…”
Psalm 81:2
I was 10 years old and I wanted a piano. All I wanted was a piano. This was ONE time I remember truly BEGGING Daddy for something. But, No. The answer was always No.
And then one Christmas a large item appeared in the dining room, covered with a packing quilt. Mom had always wanted a china hutch. This large item must be her hutch I thought. I never even peeked under that quilt, I was so downtrodden. Christmas morning came around and the item was still covered. Everyone wanted me to look under it, to uncover it. I refused. Why should I uncover Mom’s gift? What about MY gift? My piano?
But Daddy had a plan. And it was for my good. I did look under that quilt. And… Read more
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