She plays grace…

Long fingers, like her daddy,  placed on white and black keys.  She’s pausing and thinking how it goes.  It is unnatural for her to find the notes.  But then in the midst of the learning, the tune emerges.  Soon, it will flow from heart to hand and she won’t have to over think it.  I’ll be in the kitchen doing dishes and grace amazing will search me out and find me.

I, too, am learning the notes of grace. I’m pausing and over thinking how it goes.   But as I’m searching for the notes, grace is singing in my heart and searching me out.  Maybe, some day soon, my head will let my heart lead the way.