Currently I have the most heart-warming opportunities to play for such a wide variety of people. Janet is one of those amazing people…
The Music!!! ... It comes down from Heaven & goes back again! ~J.A. Adult Foster Care Home Owner/Caregiver~
In December 2015 she hired me to play on a weekly basis for her adult foster care home! I was impressed that anyone would consider harp music weekly. I was gratified, too, as I’d been thinking for some time now that people are waiting too long to indulge in the specialness that is harp music, if they’re only just getting to it as they’re dying. I mean, I’m grateful they’re getting it at all, I’m grateful that it offers the gifts it does to the dying… yet there are many qualities those of us still living – ill or healthy – might receive from having the harp played for us. And Janet is wise enough to figure this out.
She came from Romania to this country 30 years ago and gives of herself as a caregiver in a most remarkable way. What I particularly appreciate about her is that she, along with her assistants, all stop and indulge in the music, the singing, the gift the harp is to the soul. The title of my blog is straight from the lips of Janet.
Just yesterday when I played for her and her “house guests,” she exclaimed after we’d finished singing and one of the gentlemen apologized for his voice, “We hear the voice, God hears our hearts.” Helloooo…. how beautiful and true is that?
At the other foster care home I play for on Tuesday, a couple of the women, forgetting I come regularly, wandered in wondering what was up… one rather disgruntled, the other with a question mark on her face. As soon as I started the music, they both melted, along with the rest of the folks. The disgruntled one said to me, “I could listen to this all day long.” The other expressed delight by smiling the entire time I was there. That is simply rewarding beyond words. Thanks, God!