Grooving

            Grooving to Broadway show tunes on my flute, I’m enjoying Wednesday morning.  And then my cell phone rings:  time to groove some more.

            Instead of swaying to a tune, I’m smiling with my daughter.  Talking with her is always a treat, and today she has lots to share about how God is answering prayer.  Our great, generous God not only provides cinnamon rolls and socks but peace and financial solutions.  He gives opportunities on both the giving and receiving end of ministry.  He’s raining peace and provision on my daughter and son-in-law as he laughs with joy.

            After lunch, I need a little nap before heading down the road to my one o’clock flute lesson.  I set my alarm for 12:59 p.m. and lie down, still smiling.  I leave the house at 1:20, but it is not until I arrive in Oak Harbor that the truth dawns:  it is 1:50, not 12:50 p.m., and I have missed my flute lesson.

            There is no time to fret:  two is my time to play those Broadway tunes for the residents at Home Place.  Mom proudly conducts in the air from her chair.  Pretty soon, she stands up and offers her place to a friend, then sits down at a nearby table.  Someone to my right whistles along—perfectly on pitch.  Another makes a failed attempt at singing.  Polite applause follows each piece.  A woman wanders by, speaking rapid-fire, unintelligible syllables.  Another woman comments upon a Broadway composer whom I do not know.   She talks about her flute-playing granddaughters and extols the Suzuki method as I clean my flutes after I’m done playing.    Then I sit at a table with Mom and a couple others.  A gentleman inquires about my practice routine and lessons.  He wants to know what groups I play in.  A woman shuffles up with her walker and asks when her daughter is coming.  Eventually, it is time to leave.  Mom walks me to the door and we give each other another big hug.

            When I get home, I send an email apology to my flute teacher.  My memory glitch is worrisome, but my brother assures me he has done similar things before.  So I guess I’ll just keep grooving to the music and to the God who never forgets.