Faith That Moves Pianos

 In my previous post, I explained how it came to be that we had two pianos in our little bungalow many years ago. In thinking it over later, I realized that some of the details were incorrect. However, it doesn't really change the story so I'll let it be.

Our house had two bedrooms, one bath, a kitchen, dining room, and living room. All the rooms were small and square. There would have been no room for even one piano, except that a previous owner had enclosed the front porch. This made the originally square living room into in "L" shape. The two pianos occupied the long part of the "L."

It was kind of fun having two pianos, although they were just a teensy bit out of tune with each other. My son and I would play things like "The Merry Farmer" together on both pianos. It was a good time. I don't remember exactly why I decided to get rid of one of the pianos. I think it was because we wanted to turn part of the enclosed porch into a tiny extra room.

One day shortly after I had decided this, my husband, Ron, was on the phone with his friend, Marty. Marty could hear me playing piano in the background and mentioned that his wife, Julie, wanted to get a piano. Ron told Marty that we wanted to sell one of our pianos. Apparently, Marty told his wife this. She then told him, immediately, that she wanted to buy our piano.

I was a bit surprised about this and told Ron to ask if they wanted to come see the piano first. They did not. Julie said that she had prayed about wanting to get a piano, and when ours came up soon after, she considered it her answer. This was her piano. No questions asked.

That was nearly 30 years ago. I still think of Julie and her faith--trusting that our piano was an answer to her simple prayer. I would love one day to be like that, and to graciously, thankfully, without questioning and hand-wringing, receive the many gifts that are placed right in front of me all the time.