The Lord woke me up this morning…He does every morning, of course, but this morning He did it in a very special way…He told me a story. I guess you could say it was a bedtime story…only it came in the morning, instead of at night! Then, as I wiped away the tears, He told me to get up and tell it to you. Word of warning…part of the story is a little sad…but stay with me…it has a happy ending…all of God’s stories have happy endings!
Once upon a time…long, long ago…there was a very little girl named Weezy. She was very little…probably three or four years old. She was small for her age and, by some people’s standards, a little shabby most of the time! She wasn’t exactly raised in a typical loving home…and her family was what they used to call poor…now they are politically correct and much kinder and call it “a low-income family”…but they were poor…storybook poor! (She would have had to get dressed up to be Cinderella on her PRE-fairy god-mother days!) But she survived…God was watching over her…even though she didn’t know it at the time. (Okay sad part is over!)
One thing she loved to do at Christmas was to go “downtown” where all the big department stores were…Macy’s, May Company, Montgomery Ward. She didn’t go to shop…there was no money for that. But she really didn’t need to, because most of her Christmas came from The Stocking Club and a place called the Salvation Army and she was all excited to see what Santa would bring her. But this was something else…something more wonderful!
Every year, after Thanksgiving, the big stores would set up their Christmas displays in those gigantic store windows. Storybook windows…with “mechanical” figures that acted out the story that the loud speakers blared into the cold December air. It was magical! The bright lights, the beautiful decorations, and the Christmas carols, playing in the background, turned everything into a scene so breathtaking, it was hard to take it all in! Standing there with her nose pressed against the window, she was not distracted by any of the hustle and bustle going on around her…or by the numbness of her little fingers and toes. Nothing else was important…and she needed to see every detail, hear every word!
One of her favorite windows was the one with the story of the “Little Drummer Boy.” Maybe because he was little too, just like her…or because he was so close to the front of the window she almost felt like she could touch him! She loved the story…and after a few moments, she could even sing the “rum-pa-pa-pum” right along with him! She just loved it!
It was always so hard when it was time to leave. She would walk to the bus stop…looking back every few steps…trying to make the beauty of it last. Even as she climbed into her seat on the bus…the window seat, of course…she stayed glued to the window to catch one last glimpse as the bus stopped to pick up passengers. She always hoped there would be a long line at each stop, so she could enjoy it all as long as possible! It was just so wonderful!
All of those memories were brought back to me this morning…didn’t really know why at first, but the Lord started explaining it all to me. Years later, when I came to the Lord, the only ministry I ever really wanted was to be able to sing and play an instrument, preferably the piano, and lead people into Praise and Worship to bless the heart of God. And yes, there were a few occasions when I was able to do that…the singing part anyway. I tried years ago to take piano lessons. I raised chickens and traded farm fresh eggs to a lady in town for piano lessons. That didn’t last very long…gas prices went up and I couldn’t afford the gas to drive to town. Had to sell the eggs to pay for the things we needed…like gas!
I used to pray so hard for the Lord to just GIVE me the anointing to play the piano! Haven’t you heard at least one story about how He just dropped it on some little old Pentecostal lady one day while she was sitting there? I have! I felt like it was worth a shot! Didn’t happen! (Not yet anyway…still praying for it!) Have a used piano that has been sitting in my living room for about 12 years. Sit, plunk, pray…sit, plunk, pray, read the instruction book! Sit, plunk, pray, read a different instruction book…and yes, “Mary Had A Little Lamb” is nice…and true, of course…she did and He is wonderful! But surely I can do better than just that!
Then this morning the Lord brought this “Little Drummer Boy” story back to me. Just like that little drummer boy, I have felt like I wanted, with all my heart, to give Him something…I have prayed so many times…”Lord, I want to give you something…especially this time of year…a Birthday gift for YOU…but I don’t have anything else I can give you.”
This morning He reminded me about the blessing He provided yesterday, and what it REALLY was all about. Long ago…at that Christmas display window…He placed a desire in a slightly shabby little girl’s heart to, just like the little drummer boy, ask the question “Shall I play for You…?” It never went away…and I certainly didn’t know He had put it in my heart! Well, He did! And yesterday He blessed me with a Piano Keyboard and all the things I will need to do just that! And do you know what else I believe? He, the Holy Spirit, will be my teacher!
So once again my amazing God has overwhelmed me with His love! He gave ME a gift so that I can give HIM a gift! It will be here before Christmas! His Birthday! On Christmas morning I will say “Happy Birthday, Jesus” yet again this year…but this time I will add; “Shall I play for you…? Chord after chord…on my keyboard.” There will probably be tears involved in that performance…and many others…but they will be tears of joy. See what I mean…all God’s stories have happy endings!And they always will! He promised us that they would! And I believe Him!