“…for your Father knows what you need
before you ask Him.” - Matthew 6:8 NIV
“I’m tired of this! I don’t want to practice piano anymore!”
I yelled at my dad while tears battled to be set free.
“Listen, Chiquita, I don’t care
whether you think it’s pointless or not, you are still going to practice every
day for an hour, at least.” My dad calmly replied.
Inside of me everything wanted to
explode. I ground my teeth as I angrily dropped myself onto the
piano bench.
“Just remember something; you are going to thank me for this when you
are older,” my dad smiled.
10 years later.
I ran to the piano and my fingers started to
fly over the keys as I played some scales. Then I started working on this new
piece, a Beethoven sonata. I practiced the first page for at least an hour. Then
two hours seemed to glide by. After
three hours, I heard my mom from the kitchen: “Millie, that’s enough piano
playing for today; you need to do some chores.” I didn’t want to stop my practice;
I would have played all day long, but I needed to help Mom.
2 years later.
I’m at
school with a pretty tight schedule now: wake up at 5:50; do devotions; get
dressed; have worship group; go to breakfast; have half an hour of required
instrument practice; go to work until noon; go to class; and the list goes on.
How I wish I had more time to practice piano just like I did before! I remember
how much I disliked practicing piano when I was little and how my dad still
made me practice. Yeah, he was right! He knew from the beginning how much I was
going to enjoy playing the piano and what a blessing my music was going to be
to others. “Dad,” I hugged him, “thanks for not giving up on me when I gave up
on myself.”
~ Mildred Rhys
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