The topic for prose this week at Jingle Poetry Potluck is hobbies, pastimes and entertainment. I am a musician, a trombonist, and now I write...
God gave my soul direction at my conception.
I said "drums," mom and dad said "by no means."
I said "trumpet," the teacher said "trombone."
And so the die was cast, my fortune told.
Trombone it is! God's direction taken, His will manifests.
God's invitation stirring in my deep, deep within.
"Practice thirty minutes a day," they said.
I was so mad, especially on those sunny days.
But over time, angry practice grew into success, by small measure.
The drudgery, browbeating and the occasionally dissonant raised voices came no more.
For I was on my way, God's Grace had taken over.
Pressure to improve now driven from within, driven by desire to feel the call.
God's Grace again, tugging at me from where? I know not.
Chords spinning together, magic made with other 'like-soulled" fools for love.
College, teaching, all in fulfillment of God's direction given at the start.
nnow it's come full 'round, playing for Him in His House,
for His worship.
My passion comes to Celebrate his Passion, Death and Resurrection.
God called me for these times, to give his gift to others as we walk together
this journey betrothed to each other by Grace, by Sin, by Denial, by indulgence and at last
by that knowing Reconciliation in fulfillment of His commands.
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