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I heard a story once about a not-so-famous jazz pianist, Boyd Lee Dunlop, who learned how to play on a broken piano in a neighbor’s yard. It must have been a little like this (click here). I think God is like that - a master musician who can coax beautiful music out of broken instruments. If my life has any loveliness in it, it is only because God is writing a concerto for a broken me.

The latest movement in this concerto has some interesting dissonance. Living trust and joy in the middle of crisis is our new daily challenge.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Sparkle Blind...

One day, my four-year-old daughter said to me with a giggle, "You're sparkle-blind!"

"I am not!" I insisted. "I see the sparkles in your eyes!" Hmmf. So there.

But sometimes she's right. I do miss the extraordinary sparkle that is hidden in the mundane junk of everyday grime and dust. I'm sometimes too busy with cleaning this and that and teaching this and that to just marvel at the sparkles.

So today I tried a little harder to see the sparkles. I think it worked. She came to me later, unhappy that I had not helped her with her paper dolls. I had promised to help put a paper diaper on a paper baby, you see. So I said, "Oh, no!! You mean that baby still doesn't have a diaper? Aaaaaa! We'd better run and get a diaper on him quick before we have paper poopies all over the floor. RUN!" And we ran into the livingroom giggling like crazy people.

I am NOT either sparkle-blind!!!
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