So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” (Matthew 14:29-30)
Nah, no sermon. This story just came to mind today after Joey’s music therapy.
The therapist was overjoyed by how much more attentive Joey’s become over the last few months. We both agree that coming off of some medications is opening Joey up emotionally. Or maybe it’s just that this therapist is really good, or that music is a primo way to engage Joey’s neurological system. Or that he knows he’ll get quesadillas from Taco John’s after music therapy. (Check “All of the Above” is that’s an option).
Today, I heard a good snare drum back beat coming out of the music room. I assumed that the therapist was playing recorded or computer generated percussion. But she came out beaming with the news that Joey was actually keeping a beat on the drum. He was the live rhythm section to recorded music she played, and was doing so well that she picked up her guitar and began to play along.
Then, like Peter walking to Jesus on the water, Joey had a flash of “Hey, wait a minute.” Unlike Peter, who went into a panic, Joey just smiled big and stopped drumming. It was like he was saying, “C’mon, you know I’m not supposed to be doing this.”
It was such a joy to come home and brag on him to his mom. Sometimes there’s a spontaneous step and a walk-on-water moment happens.