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🎹 The Piano God Kept For Me

When my grandparents passed away, the only thing I wanted was an old piano.

It wasn't worth much. In fact, it cost MORE to move than it was worth. 💸

But they didn't know the story...

They didn't know about the little boy who sat at those keys 👦🏻, banging away with no rhythm, believing he was a master pianist playing for thousands. 🎭✨

They didn't know about the grandmother who sat behind him 👵🏻—hands busy with needle and thread 🪡—watching his soul fill up. 💛

She never corrected him. Never told him he was playing wrong.

Because that's what love does. ❤️

It doesn't correct the song. It makes space for you to sing it. 🎶

Last week, my 5-year-old sat down at those same keys and started playing. 🎹👨‍👦

And I realized: This piano wasn't something I kept. It was something GOD kept for me. 🙏✨

After my grandparents died, I found myself asking: "Who am I playing for when no one's in the room?" 🤔💭

But I was asking the wrong question.

The real question is: Did you play your song for someone you love while they were in the room? 🎵💕

And if you did—that's more than enough. ✨

Maybe your piano isn't a piano. 🎹

Maybe it's: ⚾ Playing catch in the backyard 🍪 Baking cookies in the kitchen
 🏊‍♂️ Swimming on a hot summer day 💃 An impromptu dance party in the living room 🚗🎤 Singing your favorite song on a road trip

But it's that moment—that experience—where the crowds don't matter. 🌍❌

Just the person right there... with you. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💛

🎧 This is The Unseen Truth.

Because life isn't about playing for the world. 🌎

It's about playing for the one who means the world to you. 💝

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