Freshly tuned, my grand piano is waiting to make music until morning. The day's work is complete, and slumber is in session.
There are lots of songs waiting to grace this lamp-lit corner. It is not the time to freely, vulnerably, and boldly play out the heart songs.
Morning will come, and the sun will warmly light this music room up through the windows. The activities of the day will begin and continue until the lamps are needed for evening.
Songs contained during the night are now free to bounce off these music room walls!
Just as there is a created rhythm of morning and evening, so flow the notes of music. In time, there are seasons. There is a time to wait and a time to play. There is a time to think and a time to write. There is a time to rest and a time to practice.
There is no glorious playing done that is not preceded by both practice and rest, and there is no productive writing without both of these elements.
Sometimes, God puts us in places where we must hang up our harps on the willow trees. Will the strings ever be inspired to vibrate into song again? Does God know it's nighttime in the music room?
Who is the Giver of song? Who is the rhythm Maker? Who is the season Changer? Who is the bright Morning Star? Who is the Sun Raiser?
"I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning." - Psalm 130:5-6
The sun will shine again... in the morning! Don't lose hope when it is dark all around! Wait for the Lord!