Monday, October 20, 2008

His Audience

He takes the guitar from it's case and holds it near him cradling it close to his heart. We sit in the darkened room as his fingers began to dance across the strings. Daylight is streaming through the window and rests around him like a halo.

Music begins to melt my heart as peace settles all anxiety. The beauty of his song cannot be described, it has been born in the depth of worship. The kiss of God has nestled into it and the notes are begging to enter the throne room of grace.

I feel honored to be his audience.........the only one listening this side of heaven.
His song is like an offering, a gift, a shared treasure......

Time seems to fly away. Soon he will need to leave and I just want to linger here.
Luke, is so gifted with his guitar as he creates beautiful songs that bless so many. Worship flows from him as he makes melody in his heart to the Lord. And now he is sharing it with me. It delights my soul!

I rise from the blessed moment refreshed.

Something very special has just happened........my son and I have just shared a little piece of heaven.

Will he remember this special time, continuing to ponder it as I will? It will probably escape him as he leaves the room refusing to be placed into his memory bank for recalling. However, I will refuse to let go of it, harboring and protecting it from escaping my heart forever.


Humming a new song,
Cheri


3 comments:

Joyful said...

Oh Cheri, how precious!

I can relate so perfectly to this post as I too have a son that composes and plays music for God's glory. My Mom just purchased him a t-shirt with a guitar on it that says, "I play for an Audience of One".

Oh may they forever use the gifts that God has given them for His glory alone.

Love ya,
Joy

Cheri Bunch said...

It's such so wonderful, isn't it Joy?

Thanks for sharing!

Many blessings,
Cheri

Laura said...

Such a special blessing to share this joy with your son! I love how you describe the music:"The beauty of his song cannot be described, it has been born in the depth of worship. The kiss of God has nestled into it and the notes are begging to enter the throne room of grace."

Now that is special. I pray he will keep making this offering to the Lord all of his days.