I looked at the page while putting my hands to the keys. I glanced over the notes and started playing. A#, D, C to F#, and so on. I slipped up here and there, but overall I did well. I glanced over the page again and focused on the areas I made mistakes. I looked for the hand patterns, and placement. I started over and played the piece. A few mistakes were still within the music but less than the first time. I started over once again and thought of the upcoming notes, the timings, and the hand placements. Perfect.
“Opening the cage door was not as easy as Max had hoped. Max leaped against the kennel’s gate, his body hitting the chain link with a loud clang… the next effort was going to have to count. Tensing his hind legs, Max leaped. His paws hit the chain link. The gate rattled. He bent his front paws, straining to hold himself up while his hind feet scrabbled against the concrete. Eyes wide, he forced his snout between the door and the pole. It was a tight fit, the cool metal pressing against his gums as he opened his mouth wide. [more]
In the Dunk Tank of God’s Love, you are cleaned inside and out. His love is powerful to cleanse you wherever you are, whatever you are doing. “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9 ESV #HopeForTheNextGeneration