Yesterday I went to a thrift store, just on a whim. I generally spend a couple dollars at most. Yesterday, I’d been almost ready to leave with $5 worth of items when something in a display case caught my eye… a very old flute.

Now, in high school I played flute. More or less. And I hated it. After college, I gave the thing away. The only thing really nice about it had been the finish. It was nickle plated, which made it a little darker than silver and, in my eyes, beautiful. But practice–ugh.

The one I bought yesterday is probably a ’70s model. The pads are in good shape, but the finish is worn off in places, the mouthpiece is slightly dented, two corks are missing, and the case is embarrassing. I debated whether or not to buy it, and was a little surprised to find myself walking out with it. But after 20 years, I found myself in possession of another flute. If it had been $10 more it probably would have stayed in that display case. But for the price… and so I found myself walking out of a second hand store with an instrument I’d spent eleven years of my high school and college career trying to avoid.

 

Facebook. Interesting group of friends and acquaintances from accumulated years… I posted laughingly about my ‘find’ and got a response from a high school acquaintance. If I decided not to keep it, would I sell it to her? Her daughter, as it turns out, has been wanting a flute. Wanting one a whole lot more than I had.

Why did I buy that flute? I’m not someone who buys on a whim. Nor am I someone who wanted a flute. But it was there, and I bought it. Maybe, just maybe, God had another intention in mind for it than I did. Maybe for a girl I’ve never met, the daughter of a high school acquaintance I haven’t seen for 20+ years. Maybe for myself. And maybe for both of us. Who knows?

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About thrugracealone

I'm a country girl raised city. I prefer open windows to AC, love a good thunderstorm, and enjoy hearing the owls and seeing lightning bugs. A bit old-fashioned, maybe, I can recognize many trees by name, resent elms and weeds, wish for a large garden and canning skills, and hope someday to downsize and get a few acres in the country. I am blessed with a terrific church, a good job, a sturdy house, two cats and a yard full of strawberries and mulberries in the right season. Some of my other favorite things to do are spoiling nieces and nephews, reading, swimming, biking, long walks, and blogging, of course. One of my favorite stories is creation. My abbreviated version goes like this: 1In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2Now the earth wasa formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters... And God moved... And God said... And it was very good. If God can speak to darkness, to an earth without form and void, and make something like this that we see everyday, and make it very good (and it was even better before the Fall!), He will surely make something wonderful out of the dark, void situations I sometimes find myself in. He has, and it's been very good. Two top posts: Can a Person Lose their Salvation? http://wp.me/p1CY5z-1R Baptism! http://wp.me/s1CY5z-baptism

Posted on September 6, 2011, in Christianity. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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