Piano players and water walkers

When I was eight years old I learned to read music, but struggle as I have all these years to play the piano, you’d never know it. Now dyslexia coupled with over-40 eyes defeat my every effort to sit down and tickle out a piece of music. I try not to be envious, but I do sincerely admire those whose eyes and hands act together to interpret the notes on a page of music.

I have no hope of ever playing anything at the proper speed, but occasionally I can play something almost well, although at a considerably reduced speed. Tonight I thought I had made it through a piece I’ve been working on for years. Most of it I can play pretty well, but there are a couple of places several measures in length that defeat me every time. Tonight, just when I thought I would make it through one of the traps, I lost it on the next to last note. Arrragh!

That’s when I thought of Peter walking on the water forward Jesus. That’s the way he must have felt when he began to sink. Arrragh! He too had every confidence until he lost concentration on the goal and thought of himself and where he was and what he was doing.

Well, at least I’m in good company. I wonder if Peter ever succeeded walking the water route.