The Lord is good to everyone. He showers compassion to all His creation.
It was 1957 and I was 9. My Dad bought me a violin and started me in violin lessons in elementary school. I really didn't practice like I should and I was a very shy and introverted child.
We had a cabin at a lake and my parents had helped start a small church. It began as a "brush arbor".
Here is a picture my cousin found of it a few months ago.
My Uncle Bill convinced me to play a hymn at the Sunday morning service. I hadn't been playing very long and was PETRIFIED. I agreed and took my violin and was practicing in the vacant lot next to our cabin on Saturday.
ALL OF A SUDDEN two of the strings broke in the middle--no way to restring them.
Was this a coinsidence or GODS way of showing mercy and sparring me of embarrasement. I choose to believe the latter.
I played in the orchestra (or played at it) until I was around 13. I really wish I would have siezed the opportunity to learn well but sometimes chidren have their own ideas.
I've been thinking about taking lessons again-I guess it's never too late.
Hopefully you enjoy my story of yesteryear.