My father never heard me play piano, but he prayed for my hands before he passed away
Today is my father’s birthday.
Rev. George I. Jones, Sr. passed away in 1981 when I was only three years old. Five days before he died, he prayed over me, anointed my hands, and spoke over my future as a musician.
I was far too young to understand what that moment meant.
Today, while playing “Good Good Father,” I found myself thinking about both my Heavenly Father and my earthly father.
My dad never got the opportunity to hear these hands play, but he prayed over them before they ever became what he believed they could become.
More than four decades later, I can look back and see how God has honored that prayer and guided my life in ways I could never have planned.
So today I’m grateful.
Grateful to God for being faithful through every season, and grateful for a father whose prayer reached further into my future than his life was able to.