Oct
29
2018
Papers On The Wall
Posted in Faith 4 Comments
We went to our son and daughter-in-love’s church.
It was their first Sunday on the worship team.
Our son was drumming.
Our daughter-in-love was singing.
We drove to the church and went to the second service.
We planned to go out to lunch afterwards.
The church is quite large.
We found our seats.
Being a typical mom, I wanted to sit right in the line of vision of the drums.
I was hoping that my son and I would catch eyes at some point.
The worship team came out.
Only then did I realize that I was in the line of vision of my daughter-in-love as well.
I watched her as she sang.
I saw her eyes closed in worship.
I thought of the precious little baby she is carrying.
How wonderful that music is so important to the two of them.
When my children were growing up, our family dentist was from Australia.
I actually knew him as my customer when I worked at a bank in college.
He was in dental school then.
When we moved into our second home, he was recommended as a wonderful dentist.
When I heard his first name, I recognized it as the same person I knew from years before.
I remember that first day as a patient.
We both liked to tell that story over and over.
It was so nice to have our paths connect again.
My younger son loved to sit in the dentist chair.
It was not because of his cleaning or dental checkups.
It was because of the music.
Our dentist had the most eclectic collection of music I had ever heard.
No Muzak or elevator music for this dentist.
He played alternative rock, jazz, and indie artists as well.
My younger son loved it.
Music was common ground for the two of them.
I remember the day our dentist showed our son a very special musical instrument.
I remember how excited our son was as he explained it to me in the car on the way home.
It was a Didgeridoo, Mom.
Nobody gets to see something as cool as that, he said excitedly.
The didgeridoo is a wind instrument developed by Indigenous Australians of northern Australia potentially within the last 1,500 years and still in widespread use today both in Australia and around the world. It is sometimes described as a natural wooden trumpet or “drone pipe”. (Wikipedia)
I thought of our dentist and that wonderful office visit as I watched our son.
I thought of the music in their home: guitar, piano, and drums.
I thought of the music their precious baby already hears in utero.
I thought of the worship music that is played and sung all the time.
I am so grateful to God for the gifts He has given my son and daughter-in-love.
I am so grateful that they are giving those gifts right back to Him.
I saw my son playing the drums, a young man who will be a daddy in six months.
I saw the little boy he once was and thought of the many concerts where I watched him drum.
My daughter-in-love’s little bump is now visible as their baby grows.
Her morning sickness has passed.
There is renewed energy in this second trimester.
How wonderful that this little baby is surrounded by music all the time.
We waited in the lobby for the two of them to come out.
There were hugs all around.
I lovingly patted my daughter-in-love’s growing tummy.
My grandbaby is only a few months from actual hugs and cuddles, as God allows.
We were leaving to go to the restaurant for lunch when I saw it.
It was a large wall covered with paper.
I had to look closely to see what it was that I was seeing.
I read the words on the wall.
This is my story, written one page at a time.
Share a sentence or two of how the Lord is working in you.
At the top of the wall, there were pages from a book.
Below those pages, there were pieces of paper on which people wrote.
The pieces of paper were climbing up the wall.
There were shelves of books separating the book pages from the pieces of paper.
A man came up beside me as I took a picture of the wall.
He was a volunteer at the church.
He explained the wall to me and told me that each piece of paper was anonymous.
Our deacons pull a few off the wall and share them in the service from time to time, he said.
What an important wall.
What an important exercise in faith.
Those pieces of paper represented so many stories.
Those pieces of paper represented the many stories that God is still writing.
Tears filled my eyes.
God knows each one of those stories intimately.
God sees.
God hears.
Those stories are not anonymous to God.
It is our deep desire to be fully known.
Only our Creator God knows us intimately.
He is the Author of our story and the Perfecter of our faith.
The wall is really God’s wall.
That wall represents the activity of God in our lives.
I thought about how important it is to recount how the Lord is working in our lives.
Whether it is for many eyes or just our own to see, it is an important exercise of faith.
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:16)
One wall spoke volumes.
God is writing your story and mine.
He is not finished with it, yet.
Chapter after chapter points to Him, telling of His goodness and tender mercy.
I wish I could build that wall in our school♥️
Oh, Sherie, what a wonderful idea!
God may be using YOU to make this happen.
You see a need and now a way to make a difference.
I will pray that this is a real possibility.
Gina
Beautiful, Gina. So good to hear you were at this special worship service! Thank u for reminding me my story has already been mapped out by my Lord & Savior!!
Amen, Ann!
I needed that reminder as well.
It was a special morning, indeed.
Gina