Hear the Music

I found these words last week (in Terry Hershey's newsletter) by Robert Capon about how "we live like ill-taught piano students. So concerned with playing the right notes, we never hear the music."
I know I am often like that. I get so intent on being the perfect wife and mother and secretary and Catholic and writer, I miss living. I miss the joy and the beauty and the music.
I forget that God loves me just the way I am. I forget that God made me and so God knows who I am and what I am and how imperfect I am.
I think that it probably bothers God more when we miss His gifts. The gifts of life and love and sunsets and, well, music.
When I used to watch my sons trying to play the piano when they were little, I never thought about the mistakes they were making. I was thinking more about how much fun they were having.
When Adam and Eve realized they were naked and hid themselves from God, He asked them, "Who told you that you were naked?" (Genesis 3:11) God wanted to walk with them in the garden, but they thought they weren't good enough and so they went into hiding.
I need to stop worrying about being perfect. I need to stop worrying about playing the right notes. I just need to remember to live each moment.
I need to stop hiding, walk with my God and be sure to hear His music.
from Prayerful Morsels
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