My husband Jim and I had a treat last night. We were invited to attend An Evening of Chamber Music. This was no ordinary recital. No, these were professional musicians of the highest caliber. We were treated to music from Haydn and the more modern composer, Dohnanyi.

I’ve enjoyed attending concerts with professional musicians and am fascinated by each instrument and the role they play in the orchestral arrangements. I enjoy watching the fingers of the musicians fly across the fingerboards on the stringed instruments. As well, I enjoy watching the featured pianist—again with nimble fingers barely visible. This evening, it was sometimes piano, but always the violin, viola, and cello. The room was acoustically perfect with hardwood floors for sound to bounce off of, with many windows reaching out to the sky. We listened to the singing of the stringed instruments, sometimes accompanied with the harmonic richness of the piano, while watching birds fly—even a small airplane in the evening sky.

I wanted to pinch myself as I sat in the front row of this music room, where I could have touched the musicians as they focused on their music. All of them have traveled throughout the world with their musical gift. Several were concertmasters in major symphony orchestras. All possessed  degrees of the high credentials. Such sound!

Afterward, we were able to chat with the musicians as we nibbled on sweet desserts. They graciously accepted my gushing praise, and one said “this is how music is supposed to be done—with people who enjoy it.” Thanks to each of them—and for the organizer, Daniel Dickson.

As we drove down the mountain—this home was at the end of the road—literally eighteen miles from our home in the foothills, I was transfixed by the forest to the west that seemed to glow with the setting sun between their branches. The forest seemed to be on fire with the light. I opened my window and listened to the birds sing their goodnight songs to each other.

Last evening’s music was astoundingly beautiful. Soaring to the high ceilings of the room.

Yesterday morning, Jim and I read in Job how the morning stars sang when God created the world. The whole universe was singing while it was being formed by the Master of the Universe. Can you try to imagine the sound? I am in awe now, of the One who loves us so much. Who gave us music. Is the Author of Music.

What a sound that must have been….

There wasn’t a funeral at the creation of the world; there was an anthem. All creation sang. A.W. Tozer

I’m full of song today. The Maker of music gives it to me. And to you.