Monday, September 24, 2012

Drummer Boy



I have a friend who has a gift for giving gifts. She has an uncanny ability to find the perfect gift for every person on every occasion. There is no disappointment when her beautifully wrapped packages are opened.  There is simply joy in being known.

We have a grandson who has been given a gift. It would seem it was knit into the fabric of his being long before he drew his first breath. He didn't discover the gift right away. It was hidden somewhere, waiting for the right moment. A wonderful surprise.

He opened it the day someone placed a set of drumsticks in his hands. He was just a little boy, but the gift was evident to those who know about such things. It was the perfect gift - not one to be stuck in the back of a closet or given away to the local thrift store. Everything about it fit.

The years, as years are wont to do, flew by, and the drummer is no longer a little boy. He is teetering on the edge of adulthood - facing decisions that will affect the rest of his life.

We got to spend time with him this past week. His schedule is packed full - school, college entrance exams, worship band, basketball - and those decisions.Of one thing he is certain. He holds the gift close to his heart and then offers it back to the Giver, with gratitude. "I have been given a gift. I want to use it for Him."

We experience great joy when the gift we've given is appreciated. I like to imagine the Giver of gifts laughing with joy as the gift, long treasured, is given with open heart by His children, to be used for His purposes. 

Blessings,
Linda


6 comments:

Ro Elliott said...

sweet story...what a honor and gift to see your grandchildren finding who they are in Christ...to be able to cheer them on...lovely...blessings to you~

Megan Willome said...

I have a drummer girl. And she's wrestling with her gift because there are so many things she wants to do and, frankly, this one doesn't seem so valuable to her at 13.

These days, everything a teen wants to do requires 100% of their time. Each decision to say yes requires a no somewhere else.

Linda said...

It does take a lot of time Megan. He has been so faithful about his lessons. There was a brief time where he just felt a bit burned out, but he never gave it up entirely. I was not one bit like that when I was a teenager!
They have so much going on these days. I think with our grandson it is just something he loves doing.
So good to hear from you!I think in time your daughter will work it all out.

lil red hen said...

I keep thinking of the noise the family has endured. lol One of my grandsons plays the tuba :) But it is wonderful they have "stuck it out".

Sandra Heska King said...

I always thought I'd enjoy learning drums. Interesting thing--my sister asked for and was given the opportunity to carry a drum in band. My mom went in and told the band director she couldn't do it. Not ladylike or something. My sissy ended up on a horn--I think a french horn. I was gone from home. Never saw or heard her play. I regret that.

Diana said...

Lovely story, Linda - and a drummer's sweet touch is indeed a gift. Not too much, not too little. It's a heady, exciting time, transitioning to college and adulthood. Many blessings to him - and to you as you pray for and support him through this time. We'll miss you this weekend, dear Linda. :>(