Beautiful Chorus

I remember as a child laying in bed hearing my Dad playing the piano at night. Especially on Saturday night, before Sunday church. Sometimes during the day he would have me help him figure out how a song went-he played by ear. But the nights, those times were my favorite. No one and I do mean no one can play the piano or sing like my father. Even as a teenager when I didn't want to hug my Dad let alone spend time with him, the songs kept coming. I don't think it was intentional, but meaningful to me nonetheless. As I sit here tonight, Saturday night, as an adult in my parents' house, I can hear him playing for my Aunts and ministering to them. I am reminded of those nights laying in my bed. And that we never know who is listening to us, or watching us. We can have an eternal impact on someone's life, without even knowing it. How I pray that my life reflects that of my Heavenly Father-reflecting who He is and showing His love even when I don't know it.  May my life be like my earthly father's song, a beautiful chorus-a constant reminder for others that God is always there.