Sometimes blogland seems a little competitive. Or maybe it is just me. Overly intense sometimes. I look at the beautiful creations of others mostly to be inspired, but sometimes I am afraid I compare myself to them.
“I don’t get nearly as much done as she does.”
“Her quilts are more detailed than mine are.”
“Her work is more fashionable than mine is.”
Maybe I am the only one who feels this way. But, maybe not.
Today at church this story was shared:
[Here is] the story of a young piano student. His mother, wishing to encourage him, “bought tickets for a performance of the great Polish pianist, Paderewski. The night of the concert arrived and the mother and son found their seats near the front of the concert hall. While the mother visited with friends, the boy slipped quietly away.
“Suddenly, it was time for the performance to begin and a single spotlight cut through the darkness of the concert hall to illuminate the grand piano on stage. Only then did the audience notice the little boy on the bench, innocently picking out ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’
“His mother gasped, but before she could move, Paderewski appeared on stage and quickly moved to the keyboard. He whispered to the boy, ‘Don’t quit. Keep playing.’ And then, leaning over, the master reached down with his left hand and began filling in the bass part. Soon his right arm reached around the other side, encircling the child, to add a running obbligato. Together, the old master and the young novice held the crowd mesmerized.
“In our lives, unpolished though we may be, it is the Master who surrounds us and whispers in our ear, time and time again, ‘Don’t quit. Keep playing.’ And as we do, He augments and supplements until a work of amazing beauty is created. He is right there with all of us, telling us over and over, ‘Keep playing.’” –James E. Faust
So, thank you for visiting today. Keep playing. Your own tune. Your own way.