Sometimes, like my piano, I need a tuning, often fine tuning.
Fine tuning to adjust minute details inherent to my persona which have gone viral. That is to say, out of control.
My words may fling themselves at others with barbed or bittered emotion. Not because I intend them to, but because I have allowed myself to become stressed in my busyness.
My attention to those around me may lack sensitivity and love. Not because I intend it to, but because I’m wrapped up in the activities that are mine, about my interests.
My nearness to God falls short of the line that marks His hand on me. Not because I intend it to happen, but I lose my focus on him in all my busyness.
Definitely time for fine tuning.
Just like my piano, which needs to be dusted off, its strings tightened and adjusted or replaced, its tones checked one against another, so that its beauty will be projected from within.
Fine tuning — adjusting my focus on God first, then on what passes my lips, and then on my attention to those closest to me.
Giving thanks for God’s understanding and patience with me. And adding that to my continually growing list of 1000 gifts:
597. God’s patient understanding each and every day.
598. Wonderful week at home with my best friend and husband.
599. Continued healing of friends and family, especially a sweet little 7-year old girl.
600. Beauty of the book, Where Lilacs Still Bloom, by Jane Kirkpatrick.
601. Summer sun.
602. Successful life-saving by nurses caring for my brother-in-law.
603. A friend’s return home following surgery.
604. God’s gift of a wonderful day spent with MOPS leadership planning our coming year.
Linking up with Ann Voskamp at A Holy Experience and the counting community. Won’t you come and join us?