My life is like a music

Few weeks ago, my flatmate received a surprise gift from her friends who live in Auckland. The gift is a prayer book called Aotearoa Psalms by Joy Cowley. She was so happy receiving the book. The book consists of short simple prayers and reflections. They are so simple that I feel they directly touch hearts. Nevertheless, they also prompt me to use my imagination and mind to reflect something about my life.

Ever since she received the book, she has shared a few prayers taken from the book to me and I luv luv luv all of them. I want to share with you one of them.

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Music

This day of mine has been a very small tune, Lord.
enjoyable and sincere, but not well played.
The timing was wrong, I missed a few notes,
sorry about that, but never mind,
it was good to make music, your music, Lord,
and to listen to your songs through other people.

In this one small tune of a day,
there was a variety of moods:
slow rhythms for sadness or dreaming,
a lively bit of dancing here and there.
One time, some of the players came together
like an orchestra, with such a full sound
that we forgot we'd ever played
in solo performance.
These are moments worth waiting for.

So I praise you, my wonderful composer God,
for the music of this one small day.
And I thank you for the way you've loved
harmony back into my mistakes,
even the big ones,
giving me the confidence to want to play
again tomorrow.

It's freedom to know that in your love,
the sweetest sounds are produced
by broken reeds.

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True enough, my life is like a music composed by God. Generally, my life is not a sophisticated music, just a simple tune. Once in a while I attempted to produce grand music by my own efforts. It became ... unnecessarily complicated. It didn't work. I was simply designed for a simple tune and it is truly delightful to The Composer's ears. It is simple, but he does not mind to listen to it again and again and amazingly never feel bored of it.

Though it is simple, it is not without any dynamic. He composed my life with lots of emotions, he put crescendo and decrescendo to it. It contains different moods, sadness and joy, vigor and calmness. It thrills and up tempo but sometimes monotonous and really slow.

The Composer composes my life in context of his Grandeur and Majestic masterpiece, the creation, the redemption and the sanctification. I am not a dead music, I am a living music that can interact with others. I am not created only for his delight, but also for others'. The same way, I can enjoy others' music. The composer makes me in harmony with them. My life plays a small contribution but not insignificant, my notes are necessary. I am aware that he deliberately makes some part of my life to contain blank notes for others to fill. I and them can make some really good and beautiful music together, and this is again composed by The Composer.

I also realize that in my life, there are lots of broken notes. Some of them are quite major. To my surprise, these broken notes are somehow made in harmony to the rest of the music my life produces. What an intelligent composer God is.

I'll continue making music from my life, so long as my composer wish to produce music out of my life. Yeah, my life is a beautiful undone piece of music, part of The Composer's great masterpiece, it is still ongoing ... and hopefully ... never ends.