Diary Of An Old Soul

Too eager I must not be to understand.
How should the work the Master goes about
Fit the vague sketch my compasses have planned?
I am his house-for him to go in and out.
He builds me now-and if I cannot see
At anytime what he is doing with me,
'Tis that he makes the house for me too grand.

The house is not for me-it is for him.
His royal thoughts require many a stair,
Many a tower, many an outlook fair,
Of which I have no thought, and need no care.
Where I am most perplexed, it may be there
Thou mak'st a secret chamber, holy-dim,
Where thou wilt come to help my deepest prayer.

I cannot tell why this day I am ill;
But I am well because it is thy will-
Which is to make me pure and right like thee.
Not yet I need escape-'tis bearable
Because thou knowest. And when harder things
Shall rise and gather, and overshadow me,
I shall have comfort in thy strengthenings.
-George MacDonald

June 29th

Last month my two sisters and I held a music recital for our piano, guitar and bass students. Between the three of us we have 49 students who come through our home each week and I must admit that at times I wonder why I'm sitting there listening to kids plunck out little songs and practice scales... then we have a recital and I'm reminded what a gift it is to teach!! God has truly blessed me. I get to sit with so many special young people each week that challenge me with questions I never asked and that look at music and life in ways that are so unique. Sometimes I'm amazed that I get paid to learn from these great students!