Accordions and Amore

I had the privilege of going to Rome at the beginning of the summer. Not Rome, GA but Rome, Italy! Katie spent the month of July in Italy for a study abroad program. I met her at the end of her trip and went to Rome for a week. The trip itself was such a blessing and such an answer to prayer. I could tell the stories and all the things that we learned from that trip forever; but today the Lord reminded me about the accordion player.


When you picture a sidewalk in Italy, do you hear the old accordion player playing Amore in the background and see the quaint bistro tables filled with couples looking adoringly into each others eyes? Well, that is what a lot of it looks like. But life isn't so picture perfect, is it?


I sometimes feel like the accordion being stretched and pulled in every direction. And there are days when my melody is terribly out of tune. I simply can't make it sound beautiful no matter how hard I try.


But God reminded me this morning that I am not responsible for the music or how it sounds. He is! If I allow Him to play the keys while life is doing the pulling and stretching then something marvelous happens. All of sudden I am in tune and the melody is a masterpiece with my name on it. 


Life knocks us out of tune. We feel like the soundtrack of our days is a broken record being played over and over again. But the Master Musician wants our lives to be a symphony. Each song composed with us in mind. Our very own melody with its own unique sound.


It is Friday and this week's symphony is building to a crescendo... I am going to choose to let Him finish my song. He will fill it with love and compose it with tender mercy. As I sit back and listen, I find myself looking adoringly into His eyes.