Thursday, April 12, 2007

Him who looks after me

You are a God of seeing...truly here I have seen Him who looks after me. Genesis 16:13

Yesterday evening I was able to spend some time with a dear friend of mine. This friend is also my very long-suffering piano teacher...and about 17 years younger than me. Since I've been a bit distracted lately and hadn't really practiced, and considering she is preparing for her Senior Piano Recital...yes, that is Senior in High School (I am very old)...I thought it would be fun to just hang out, look at her senior pictures and maybe hear a few of the pieces she is preparing. Because my God "looks after me", I got so much more than that. My friend began to play a medley, which is a beautiful arrangement of As the Deer and another song (which I have since forgotten). She began to play and the words to this familiar song flowed through my mind...then my heart...and then I was in tears.

As the deer panteth for the water,
So my soul longs after you.
You alone are my hearts desire,
And I long to worship You.

You alone are my strength, my shield;
To You alone may my spirit yield.
You alone are my hearts desire,
and I long to worship You.

You alone are my strength, my heart's desire - never have those words rung more truly in my heart. I can't even express how thankful I am for that, for the sovereign care of God and for my friend being willing to play that song for me. It was a gift and a great kindness from the Lord to me.


  1. Hi Tina. Thanks for coming by my blog today. You'll have to join us in the Thankful Thursdays. Sounds like you have stuff to be thankful for too.

    I LOVE THAT SONG. In fact, I used to sing with a ladies group and that was a favorite.

  2. Nice post :). Looking up to see that the Lord had ministered to you through my music- that's what makes it all worth while. (By the way, the other song is Fairest Lord Jesus.) See you soon!

  3. Guess all those thousands of dollars of piano lessons paid off, huh? Glad it blessed you! Just so you'll know, one of my very best friends was born three months after I graduated from high school. The older you get, the less it matters! (And you are NOT old! I am!)