We have three of them.  All here at once.  It's never happened like this before.  Boy are we enjoying ourselves!  

There's the seventeen year old who sits down to the piano when his busy school schedule permits.  He plays by ear and he's good.  Plays and sings.  Only Christian songs.  What a blessing to have his music floating throughout Shiloh.  And the best part is that he lives here, so we get to enjoy his music regularly.

And then there is the twenty something who is here for a handful of days.  He's applying for a tourist visa to Canada.  Hoping, dreaming, optimistically planning on being granted one.   Like so many others, his greatest desire is to discover life in the outside world.  He manages to find time each day to play the piano.  Largely self taught, and still learning, he is nonetheless blessing us with his music.

But the frosting on the cake is a thirty something missionary who is here this week with his family.  A more talented pianist has never sat down to play our piano in all the years of  Shiloh's existence. He pulls music out of that piano that nobody ever imagined was hiding inside.  Time stands still when he runs his fingers over the ivories.  Notes chase each other up and down the keyboard.  And the music goes on and on and on.  He loves to play.  Music is oozing out of his pores.  It's in his blood.  It's how he relaxes.  And we are blessed beyond description.