It wasn't a bad trade -- a piano for farm life on 10 acres. But I missed playing music, and after I sold my second 4H market hog, I bought a piano. Like my first one, it was about a hundred years old. Heavy, clunky, and full of character.
But, like all good things, farm life in Idaho came to an end. I sold my piano back to it's original family and headed east with the rest of my clan, back to the land of our heritage: the Ozarks.
That was in 2003. Since then, I have often thought of buying another piano. But with life as unsettled as it has been, first with finding the right town and then finishing college, I didn't put any real effort into the task. But for the last year or so, I've missed having a piano in the living room. I started praying about it. Being a poor college student, it wasn't something I could afford.
And God seemed to provide, through the willing vessels of my grandparents, who gave me a hefty financial present upon graduation in May. Finally, I thought, I would buy a piano. But it wasn't until the last month that I started reading Craigslist seriously, inquiring about many instruments. And I kept praying, all the while, that God would show me the right instrument -- the one He wanted me to have.
This morning was like many others. As I sipped coffee and flipped through social networking feeds and email accounts, I opened a tab for Craigslist. As usual -- I prayed God would show me the right piano.
A man named David was selling his mother's Kimball. 35 years old. Good condition. $1. He gave a phone number, but I replied with an email. I figured it was either junk or gone already.
It wasn't gone. It was just a couple miles down the road.
Now, it is in my house.
God answered my prayer in an unexpectedly tangible way. But knowing Him, why should I be surprised?
If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him! (Matthew 7:11 ESV)