When my mom was young, her grandfather lived with them for a while before he died. This morning my mom remembered when they used to take him to the library to look for German books. She was about 10 years old at the time. When they went, my mom discovered that the library carried books of piano music. So, she would check out one big book at a time, bring it home, and play all the music. Then she would bring it back and get a new one. Instead of reading words, she was reading music. I still get amazed at how music has always just been a part of who she is.

I Found God today realizing the way we are created with beautiful gifts.