An Encouraging Night

Last night I played at a funeral for a gentleman I didn't know.  He knew me, though.  I played at a service at the nursing home where he was living before he died.  Apparently, his granddaughter used to ask him how the services were each week.  Each week he would say "nice" or "fine."  When she asked him how the accompanist was, he would usually say the same.  But on the day that I played, his answer was "he's gifted."

Thank you, God.  That feels good!  It just goes to show how often we might not know who we are blessing.  I find it all too easy to recognize my shortcomings, so it's so nice to be encouraged like that.  As I played the postlude last night, the congregants had to walk past me in order to exit the sanctuary.  I received so many nice compliments that it became hard to ignore the fact that I was appreciated.  It's kind of sad how much I have to hear it in order for it to sink in.

Thanks again, Lord, for your insistence on encouraging me last night!

Comments

[will]

“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’

[justme]

Every good and perfect gift comes from God - how delightful that He allowed you to share it with someone else. How delightful to Him (I'm sure) that you were willing to.