To Teach is to Love

G, yes, G. No not that G... Right here.

To teach piano is to reposition little fingers a hundred times
To teach piano is to count aloud with them until you're out of breath
To teach piano is to realize that the only reason they come to lessons are for the stickers

To give piano is to give your time... A lot of it
To give piano is to give your encouragement
To give piano is to give your love

To love piano is to show how to make music, not just sound
To love piano is to encourage creativity in making their own music
To love piano is to teach an amazing way to worship our Maker

Song of the Land

My soul shall never be satisfied. The beauty that is before me creates a yearning in mine heart for the heart of it's creator. Not only does the beauty touch my eyes, it sings, it sings to my ears; the song of the land.

The gentle winds whispers He loves us. The rolling hills yell that He is God, the suns warmth screams He is Most High and the sounds of children's laughter chants He is creator. The trees dance, the rocks crumble, and the flowers open in worship of His name. The brilliant blue skies carry out the rhythm, and the thick white clouds pound the beat, the beat of this land's song

The mountains rise up, yea they rise above all else. So powerful and mighty are they, yet their staff is silence. They do not chant, whisper, or tell; neither do they scream or yell. For they are silent. The Creator has wrapped His heart around these mountains, that all may feel the majesty, the majesty of this lands song.