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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Repeat (01/24/13)

TITLE: New Every Morning
By Jody Day
01/26/13


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“But it doesn’t sound like ‘Good King Wenceslas’.” Kamy held up her hands in exasperation.

Some half-hour piano lessons feel like hours. My usually well-prepared student faltered today.

“You forgot the repeat, Kamy. Remember? The two dots at the end of the phrase mean that you should repeat. See? Go back to the two dots at the beginning of the piece, play the phrase again, and then go on.

Kamy stared at the music before her, gingerly placed her little fingers on the piano and played the piece again. There. That’s my good student. Wait, a tear slid down her cheek.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? That was great. No problem forgetting the repeat. Everyone makes mistakes. You are doing very well.” I handed her a tissue. Her perfectionism spilled out all over my piano keys.

“It’s not that. I think my mommy’s sick.” That sentence hung heavy in the air like a tangible fog. Tears rolled out in earnest now.

"Sick how?” I put my arm around her and handed her another tissue.

“I like to get in the bed with Mom and Dad on Saturday mornings. Before I went in, I overheard Mommy saying she needed to see if Grammy could keep me while she’s in the hospital. Something about a repeat performance. She kind of got sniffy sounding in her voice. It scared me so I went back to my room.” She dabbed at her eyes, but the tears kept coming.

Kamy’s mother had a breast removed when the child was only three. Had the cancer returned? I wondered what Kamy understood about all this. I didn’t want to reveal anything her parents hadn’t told her. One thing I knew, though. Kamy’s parents were people of faith.

“We can pray for her right now if you like.” Her little hand slipped into mine. I opened my mouth to pray but Kamy beat me to it.

“God, please make my mommy well. I don’t know what a repeat performance is, but please make it all better. Please make Mommy well.” The deep sigh that accompanies a time of crying escaped her lips.

She rested her head in my arm for another minute or two, and then sat back up facing the piano. She began ‘Good King Wenceslas’ again.

“Wait, Kamy, let’s pull out your chorus book first. I’d like to hear you play ‘The Steadfast Love of the Lord'.” I silently prayed that I could minister to this little girl. Her spirit seemed to know something serious was happening to her mother.

“You play this one so well. Could I sing along while you play?” She nodded without looking my way, but began playing.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning, new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness, Oh, Lord, great is Thy faithfulness.” I sang along but remained silent as she took the repeat and played the second verse.

Her eyes shone.“That’s a repeat performance, isn’t it? God repeats his mercies every single day. Maybe that’s what Mommy meant.” Kamy smiled and played the song again.

“Yes, I think so. Your chorus is a Bible verse from Lamentations.” I patted her on the back. She touched the lyrics on the page, underlining ‘new every morning’ with her dimpled index finger.

She pulled out her Christmas carol again and played through it once more. A smile unfolded on her face, revealing a lost tooth.

“What are you grinning about, young lady?”

“On this one, you repeat and then you keep going,” she said. I popped a little sticker on the top of the page.

Was she pleased that she understood the musical direction? Or had God spoken to her heart?

My turn to reach for tissues.


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Camille (C D) Swanson 01/31/13
Awww. This touched amazing entry touched my heart. Thank you.

God bless~
Camille (C D) Swanson 01/31/13
So sorry. Should say,
"this amazing entry touched my heart completely."

Thank you. God Bless~
Virgil Youngblood 01/31/13
Outstanding, and tenderly told.
Joe Moreland02/01/13
Excellent work. The dialogue flows almost as well as the bible lesson folded within this beautiful story. I can't find a single thing I'd change. Awesome job!
Beth LaBuff 02/01/13
I had to smile at your beginning. I've had those half-hour piano lessons that seem to take hours too. :) I love your tender story (one that has a profound message). I enjoyed every word.
Allison Egley 02/02/13
Great job on this. I loved it. And I love the song "The Steadfast Love" too. Nice job.
lynn gipson 02/02/13
Lovely story. "God repeats His mercies everyday" I loved that line because it is so evident in my life today.

I loved this. Very well done.
Danielle King 02/03/13
Tenderly told and very touching. The dialogue flowed so naturally, I felt like I was in the room with them. Great writing.
Noel Mitaxa 02/03/13
Warm, absorbing story that invites us to slip onto that piano stool and practise for the next lesson. Great work.
Bea Edwards 02/03/13
Precious and poignant piece of work. Reminded me that tender little ears are always listening.
Verna Cole Mitchell 02/04/13
This beautiful little story is a reminder of the many ways God can use us to witness of His love. I could see the story unfold so clearly. Well done.
Myrna Noyes02/04/13
This was a very touching story with a great message for all of us attached!

I enjoyed your great descriptive phrases such as in this section:

"Wait, a tear slid down her cheek.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? That was great. No problem forgetting the repeat. Everyone makes mistakes. You are doing very well.” I handed her a tissue. Her perfectionism spilled out all over my piano keys.

“It’s not that. I think my mommy’s sick.” That sentence hung heavy in the air like a tangible fog. Tears rolled out in earnest now."

Very nicely-written! :)
Olawale Ogunsola02/05/13
An interesting piece filled with deep messages. Thanks for sharing.
Cheryl Harrison 02/05/13
Sweet story. Touched my heart. The Steadfast Love of the Lord... one of my favorite choruses. Thanks for writing.
Alicia Renkema02/05/13
Boy i wish I had had a piano teacher like that... This was such a well layered piece from the "repeat" symbol within the written piece of music to Kammi's mom's "repeat performance" illness that is taking her to the hospital again, to our Lord's wondrous repeat mercies that indeed are never ending. I would love to read the novel or novella on this one. The characters were so real; down to earth and tender. Also, I found myself singing, "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases..." as I was reading your piece. I love that song and it fit into context beautifully here.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/07/13
Congratulations for ranking 23 overall!