Last Thursday Nannie was in a car accident while I was teaching a group lesson, or precisely as I was arriving at the church to teach the group lesson. In my hands I had the NFMC bulletin of prescribed pieces along with notes for parents for the lesson. In the car I had all my Baby Music supplies and instruments and violin in the trunk, as well as a pile of mail for some neighbors that was mistakenly delivered to my house.
Leaving the church in a great hurry, I was careful to pick up my violin, the NFMC bulletin and the extra parent notes. I hadn't seen the bulletin and notes since then. And I could not find them in the house or in the car. I was feeling pretty crazy this afternoon after many minutes of looking for the book, needing the information it contains for registering my students for a festival. I just finished saying, "Lord, I need that bulletin. Please show me where it is."
The doorbell rang. No one rings the doorbell on lesson days. Everyone just comes inside. There stands the neighbor whose mail I delivered to her late in the evening after Nannie was released from the ER and having x-rays. She had my bulletin and extra notes in her hand along with yesterday's newspaper article. She said, " I wondered if you needed this, then I read the article and realized that you really need it. I also work with 4 and 5 year olds with disabilities at a rural school district and we use music as therapy all the time. I'm so impressed with what you are doing." I had stacked their mail on top of the bulletin and notes and handed it all over to her without noticing the extra bulk.
Wow! Thanks, Lord for the bulletin, for a new neighbor, and for the connection.
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