I have a handful of songs in my repertoire I play on the piano when the mood arises. They’re in my mind and muscle memory so take little effort to play. Some are favorite hymns that have sentimental value or sweet memories attached to them. Others are simple waltzes or sonatas that can brighten any day. One of these songs is a medley of two hymns loved by my husband and I. His is Abide with Me ‘Tis Eventide and mine follows with a variation of the same title, Abide with Me. The sheet music is four pages. It’s available online, but I’ve cut and pasted and rewritten parts. I’ve spent time giving it my own expression.
A few years ago the fourth page of Abide with Me/’Tis Eventide went missing. I have a blue tub full of sheet music—some loose, some filed in a binder, some in books, or envelopes. The fourth page could have been shuffled anywhere among thousands of printed music notes. But more likely, knowing myself, it ended up in the trash can by accident. However, I continued to look for my lost fourth page. From time to time I’d go through my binder, flip through the loose sheets, or look behind and under the piano to see if it slipped down. Last week I decided to give a good effort and look once again. I cleaned out the closet where I keep my sheet music. I pulled out the blue tub. I went through all my binders, and even opened every envelope, but my fourth page was nowhere to be found. I decided when I had a few minutes I’d find the sheet music online and reprint the fourth page.
Before I got those few minutes something mysterious happened. Last night I had some quiet time after the kids went to bed. I sat at the piano. The Abide with Me/’Tis Eventide medley was at the top of a pile of sheet music on the corner of my piano. I picked it up and instead of three pages, there were four. What!! I was baffled. After two years of missing my fourth page, it somehow found its way back home to the piano. I wasn’t seriously missing it because I knew it could be replaced. Nevertheless, I immediately felt gratitude and my thoughts turned to God. I heard His voice in my heart reminding me not to stray from Him.
In the parable of the lost sheep Christ leaves the 99 to find “the [lost] one”, but God’s children are never truly lost to Him. He knows exactly where you are and what brought you to any given moment. He knows every thought that wanders through your mind. “Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion of the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet I will not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.” (Isaiah 49:15-16)
When school started I lost one of my daughter’s light up Skechers. The shoes were a birthday present so have some sentimental value. The bus would be at the street corner in a few minutes, but my daughter was crying in the garage because her shoe was missing. I gave her a different pair of shoes and rushed her out the door by promising to find the missing “soul”. Then the house was quiet. I said a prayer. I had no idea where the shoe was, but I knew God did. I stood, walked to the couch, and leaned over the back. I pulled out a pile of blankets shoved in the corner and there it was—the sparkly neon light-up Skecher shoe.
He returned these items because they are important to me, not because they have eternal purpose. God loves. He is kind. He gives. If He took thought for a sheet of paper and a shoe, surely He would do more for His children. “For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the Lord that hath mercy on thee.” (Isaiah 54:10)
Where do you go when you’re lost? Finding yourself is as simple as praying and trusting God will tell you where to look. He will help you find your way home so your song may be sung, or dig you out of where you’re buried so your soul may shine again.