Back in February when our apartment flooded, I told Paul “we need to delete that bookshelf. That’s where the piano will go.” We didn’t have a piano and hadn’t ever planned on being here with a piano. It was always the plan to get the piano with our new place.
We left the space open, empty (ish), waiting for the piano, while we planned to move before we got one.
Then all of a sudden I knew we needed a piano now. Whether or not we move, I was starting to line up piano students and I needed a piano! I didn’t have a piano, but I confidently told people I would. I didn’t know how, and wasn’t concerned with such details. I just knew I would.
This week Jennifer said to me, “so, do you have a piano?” (In storage, at someone else’s house, ready to be purchased?)
I replied with my usual, “no, but I will.”
And by lunchtime today her mother-in-law’s piano was mine for the taking, and my in-laws had offered to pay for the piano movers and the tuning.
It has been amazing to watch all the intricate pieces of the puzzle fall into place in my life, exactly at the times I need them most. Divine intervention is such a humbling even to witness and I have beheld it more times than I can ennumerate.
I only hope I am in tune enough to be His hands and bless others as much as I have been blessed.