Essential Parts of the Orchestra [you and me]

They dance delicately in the breeze, brilliant yellow, snowy white. Leafy greens dare to be declared less lovely. Bees flit from blossom to blossom.

An array of distinct splendors woven together into a tapestry of beauty. Each quite unique, different in the core of their being, but in concert, they sing a glorious chorus.

Who but God could conduct such a spectacular symphony using insects, flowers, and wind?

Marveling at the harmony of God’s varied creation, brings me to reflect on those “least” made in His own image: the downtrodden, those with disabilities, ones who suffer great trials. Do they have a part in this orchestra of life?

Honestly, where does a 13-year-old with a functioning age of 4 fit in to the Lord’s composition? What instrument does He christen her with? Or is she simply a broken piece—irreparable—one too precious to throw away but too damaged to create virtuoso, relegated to languish as a disengaged spectator?

I’ve wandered this road of uncertainty for far too long.

Yellow heads bob to the rhythm. The rhythm of a Creator unseen in face, but a Creator, nonetheless, known in all the splendor of His creation.

All creation! Not just those we deem whole. Not only the ones who play the music perfectly, each note seared into memory, but also those that play the grace notes, fill out the harmony, add dynamics to the melody. Every. Single. One!

And He graciously delivers the answer I’m seeking; a revelation that stitches up my splintered heart.

All of His creation form the music of a majestic God of love.

From her tiny toddler-size feet to murky brown eyes that swallow me whole each time I look into them; the truth is imparted: Rachel’s role is essential to the songs of our temporal home, to the ballads of our Creator. She is God’s grace note, His crescendo, perhaps instead His diminuendo or rallentando.

What would the symphony sound like if everyone played the same instrument, the same part? How drab and uninspiring would a concerto be with no accents, no dynamics?

The differently abled and the typically abled, the weak and the strong, all join to compose an ensemble where haunting preludes and stirring overtures render a veiled glimpse into the face of the Composer.

A masterpiece is not composed of one but of many—of all—playing in concert.

No longer will I wonder if all the Rachel’s or all the Baby Adam’s have a place in the orchestra? The answer lies in the music, the dance of the symphony. The answer is a resounding yes and yes! Just listen with your heart and hear the song of truth!

All glory be given to God the Father for His everlasting faithfulness!

“Oh sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the earth! Sing to the Lord, bless his name; tell of his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples! … Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it! Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy before the Lord” (Psalm 96:1–3, 11–13a).

Have you ever doubted your place in the orchestra of God? Did you, like me, wander the path of uncertainty? If so, know today that only through the harmonizing of all of us, the incorporation of each of our accents and dynamics, can His glory be proclaimed in a majestic crescendo that reaches to the Heavens. Your “differenceness” makes you essential to His composition. I would love to hear your heart on this matter. If you feel so led, leave me a comment in the box below or email me directly here.

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By His grace ≈

Julie