Hello on this Sabbath day.
I spent some time this morning with eyes focused on my concert master (Scripture) and conductor (God) and reflected on my week. I thought about the instrument God created me to be and the song He is playing through my life.
Where are these symphony analogies coming from you ask? From Beth Moore. I spent Saturday at the Beth Moore simulcast at my church. Being a former French horn player the symphony analogy really resonated with my spirit.
She said something like this:
We all have a chair in God's great symphony. We are not the audience. The chair we sit in is the one God wants us in. We are the very instruments He created us to be. We need to stay in tune through scripture as our concert master (in a symphony the concert master is the first chair violinist) and we need to keep our eyes focused on the conductor (God). If we don't stay in the Word we will get out of tune AND whomever/whatever our eyes are focused on becomes our conductor. No one but God should be our conductor. He alone needs to be the boss of me for sure.
Another point from Beth is that a symphony is a community. We need one another. Our music is best played when in concert with others. God is reminding me of His call to live in community in a very real way right now. I soaked up the music of many lovely instruments at the simulcast. Through conversations with old friends and lunch with some new friends, I left amazed at what God has done and is doing. I left with a thankful heart that so many women are sitting in their chairs playing their God songs.
Sometimes we don't like the song God gives us to play. We may not even like the instrument we are. BUT even when we are in a painful season we must not vacate our chairs and fall down in the pit. God uses the painful seasons in our lives. These seasons give our souls weight and become part of our song. A song with a majestic melody a heavenward harmony played through us to reach others.
Like the warrior woman I had the privilege of spending time with Friday night. Her life song has reached many that would not have been reached if not for her beautiful music. She is younger than me by over a decade but she has been instrumental in my journey so far.
As I drove home from the simulcast, top down of course, simply enjoying the wind in the setting sun I had a 10% moment. I cried. I wasn't feeling sad when it started, I was simply thinking about all that I had heard. I started thinking about my song and suddenly thought "I don't want breast cancer to be my song."
But it is. So I choose to continue playing my horn through the pain. I refuse the pit. This pain will count.
With eyes on my concert master and conductor I play on. Yes, I play on.
So must you.
Peace on this Sabbath day.