Harvest

April 17, 2024

Tonight was our New Horizons concert. I’ve been in the band for a number of years, playing bassoon in the concert band and double bass in the jazz band. When our government shut everything down due to Covid, the band shut down with it. Eventually it started up again, but only for those who had received the full complement of vaccinations, which I had refused. So no band for me. By the time all the restrictions were lifted, my bassooning had taken a major hit; I hadn’t practiced for more than two years. I got it out last year, but had pretty well lost my chops, so I sold it.

Things have gotten quite busy in my life, so I wasn’t really upset to not play the bassoon in concert band, but I really missed jazz band. So I was eager to sign up for the semester. And tonight we played. It was some pretty challenging music, but I loved every minute of it. I had just sat down to listen to the concert band when I was greeted by three granddaughters and one who will be marrying into the family in due time. I was humbled that Alex drove all the way from Rochester to hear me play three songs, and that all of them—Abi, Eliza, Alex, and Jordyn—cared enough to come. They even bought me flowers. THAT’s never happened before!

Linda told me that the years of going to concerts, musicals, sports events is returning to bless me. It was never a sacrifice to support them, and now it is certainly humbling to have them return the gift of love. The Scripture is true: “Whatever you sow, that you shall also reap.” I am reaping a bountiful harvest!