Once upon a time there was a young girl born to two musicians. Her parents loved the Lord more than they loved each other--or their talents. They taught the little girls to permit God to play songs on the strings of her heart. As she grew she noticed others whose lives sang God songs. Their choices breathed happiness and light. Within her life's suite she also encountered some who did not let God fine-tune their heartstrings. Their life's music was strident, out of tune, and chaotic. As the young girl grew into a woman, God taught her to take long walks with Him, to listen to Scripture from His lips rather than her own interpretation. Eventually she let Him choose the songs He would sing in her. Sometimes she did not want to learn the painful words to those songs. Often He placed her life song in a minor key when she fought to control the temp. She found that the tempo of her life was the Conductor's domain. Other times He would remove treasures and add them to His heavenly symphony, friends who had helped her to arrange the songs in her life's suite. Ultimately she realized that the Great Conductor was playing her life like His personal musical instrument. He showed her that there were empty scores around her, people whose lives had unwritten, unrecorded songs because the Great Composer did not have access to their heartstrings. The young woman wanted to let her heart songs inspire those songs from the hearts of her friends. She asked the Great Conductor to lead a symphony in her life. Her reminded her that He would choose the songs and set the tempo. She remembered the minor key. But anything was better than her friends' heart songs never being written. Laying her treasures at the Master's feet, He made the beautiful music of salvation pour from her heartstrings until her neighbors begged to sing it themselves. They were "bursting with song," and their music was "iving and lasting evidence" of the Great Composer.