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| A-440 piano service was unprofessional over the telephone. http://www.a-440pianoservice.com/
The owner fought with me in a voice that was similar to scolding because I had not maintained my piano for years. He claimed to be doing me a favor by explaining the mechanics of a piano and the effects of tuning vs. not tuning, but rather he insulted the fact that I was trying to figure out the price for the service for my badly-out-of-tune piano. When I said that I'd have to consult with my father since he my current funding, the owner pointed out that I sound like an adult. I replied, "I have to respect him (my dad)." The owner quickly said a disclaimer, "I'm not saying....etc." He seemed to be some what offended, even when offering his "30 years of experience."
Another tuner I contacted (who came recommended by a piano store) said that if A-440 isn't a member of the piano technician guild, he doesn't know who A-440 is. He, however, offered his sympathies to me. 30 years of experiencing what?
I should have firmly interrupted A-440 tuner and stopped him from wasting minutes on my cell phone. I already knew the facts he was telling me. I just didn't want to be rude. Perhaps he's not talented when it comes to customer service or social interaction.
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| At first, I answered "What are you going to do now?' with "play all day under the sun."
But what does that mean?
Vacation.
Vacation from what?
School.
Why?
Well, because i put much effort into the pursuit of excellence in my career choice and I am glad that the pressure chasing me down can end for a while.
So where is this rest?
It is to sing WITH people and not FOR them... it is to let my heart cry out and pour out for the WHY to sing and to let my WHY out beyond myself in celebration that OUTSIDE MYSELF EXISTS. Sometimes all I can do is bust out with my heart's song of how much the King means... of how much He means to me... and often I get lost in the feast for the ears that all is put aside to pause before Him. To put aside the worries of my day and find a quiet place. My quiet place is not measured by decibels, but rather by the freedom I experience to SING inspired by Him. not so much FOR Him nor AT Him nor as an act to get a result FOR Him... instead, to SING because OF Him. ..... He is my vacation. | | |
| Background/reflection of Exodus 1:
After Joseph had provided a way to protect the Hebrews (he was valued by the king because he had prophetic dreams), they flourished and grew in numbers. They must have had comfortable lives during that time because of Joseph's favor. Not slaves of the Egyptians yet.
But when Joseph was gone, the new king did not know about Joseph. Surely, it seems reasonable that the king would carry out a promise and honor the Hebrews since Joseph had saved the nation. But no. New king, new rules; the king didn't know about Joseph. God's people grew in numbers.
Egypt, a land always under foreign rule, was going to be given a chance to take back the nation to the native people. But the population of Jews were just so much; it was threatening. They might grow to an outnumbering amount. And God continued to bless them in numbers. So, what did Egypt do? To restore a Pharoah, the Hebrews were oppressed and put into slavery.
YET the more they were oppressed, the more they multiplied. The more BLESSED (as could also be measured by sons back then).
Pharoah commanded the midwives (for they helped delivered babies) to kill all the Hebrew boys, but not the girls. Well... the boys would grow into men, and men were able to fight and not women. So the girls were spared.
The midwives FEARED GOD and spared the boys. Then Pharoah gave this order to all his people: "Every boy that is born you must throw into the Nile, but let every girl live."
IF MY LIFE flourished dramatically, I would forget my King as I already do when blessed. I lose sight of who I should appreciate and give gratitude to. So easily distracted and forgetful, I walk away from depending on Him while, perhaps, acknowledging I should be thankful with my lips, but I feel the disconnect of my heart to my mouth. empty "thank you"s with a list of things I take for granted lead me to a sense of entitlement. Of course I would appreciate Him less.
Of course I'd walk away from the One who loved me first before creation, before I came to existence, before I loved Him in return... of course. the more self-absorbed I become down this road, and, I'm sure, I'll always be guilty of falling into this particular struggle--turning away from Him in this way.
My God provided my parents... to even do what they do, fail where & when they fail, live as long as they have... when I turn my sight to judge myself by comparing myself to others, I forget Him again. Most of the time it isn't accessing the situation to provide a better idea of the next step I should take, but rather it's a discouraging experience. When I discourage myself, is it the same as putting down all the people who loved me down? For they gave as much as they could, and they poured themselves into me... to prepare me, to help me grow, to avoid their own hardships, to love much as much as humanly possible.
...A friend reminded me that I have to answer to God; I have to do as He instructs Christine Saw to do and not my choice of career or daughter of Dr & Mrs. Saw. For on judgement day, I'll stand before one God and speak on behalf of myself. No one will be able to speak on behalf of me. Often people question: Can I tell Him that I knew Him? Will I be called a good and faithful servant? I can answer this confidently with a "yes." I tear up because it's so special to me. I'm His good and faithful servant! My journey with Him is partly enjoying He smile/His favor.
By calling Him my Heavenly Father, I signed on to learn to stand with Him alone, to walk a hard life and to do actions that seem radical and without logic. BUT, it makes perfect logic of His plan to me. ... Will God always remind me of my brokeness, of my need for Him, with reminding me that my body is broken? It certain a large part of my motivation to seek Him. My health condition was never healed, but He provided Rx to manage most of it. Why is it that the most dramatic and quickest humbling experience is through seizures? I seem to always believe that if there is one thing I can ever be in control of it, it'll be control over my body. Lift an arm, then lift an arm. Walk, then walk. He certain uses this to remind me that I desperately, deeply need my Friend, my Heavenly Father. With frustration during those reminders, I can say much other than, "God, I'm mad at you." I've only threatened Him once about something else though. Terribly stupid. I'm so foolish to wrap myself in so more emotion and entitlement to claim that I know better than Him and in any ways could do something harmful to Him. embarassing to confess. The valleys are necessary, but I can't help but be anxious to hurry up and get out so that I can spend time on the mountaintops.
Will my seizures that He has allowed cost me the option of having children in the future? ... it's just a deeply-rooted desire to experience the process of motherhood. All is considered loss to knowing Him, but I struggle with surrendering this part of me. Will I ever not? I get to ask Him as He listens to me, and it can be such a tragedy to miss out on coming to Him with a request and His blessing from asking, but it's all too easy to use Him as an asking machine. He is more than that. I shouldn't put Him into a box and define Him as simply that. He's simple while complex. The valleys show me another view of His unchanging character while the mountaintops do the same.
Will I fear God as the midwives did? I am clear that I am about many things. Too afraid of view the consequence of disobedience now. I'm too afraid of what I'll miss out of knowing Him, but walking from Him. His wonderful embrace... However, short cuts and temptations still come about. Do reminders from peers really help me? sometimes. Not all the time. Do reminders from elderly help me? Yeah, a significantly more. So what is this all about?...
Just a stroll through my mind and heart today/tonight... it'll be different tomorrow. Different scenery. Different anything and everything. Tomorrow will be a new day with worries of its' own. Gotta avoid being stagnant or idle in this walk through my park of a mind. you know?
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