There is no 10 steps to healing.

I sat there at the little old piano, as the pine smell danced around the room. The sun intertwined it's warmth with the air around me. The floor creaked beneath me and my hands felt rather excited to dance with those black and white notes. For each sound made a color which I heard so many, many times before. 'Dance little notes,' I whispered before I started playing. Then as he walked past I shouted, 'look, look! Hear me play why won't you? Daddy, Daddy, I will be worth your time I promise. I promise you I am worth only a few little moments.' He stood cold and short, his eyes stared at me, yet did not see me. Then I took my little fingers and pressed but one little note. Before he snapped, 'it's out of tune! It was probably you! You make everything worse.' Then he left and I never saw him again. After a while, the dear little wooden piano gathered dust and longed to be heard. Than all came to me and said, 'here you go, another father. Be a good little girl and he will like you.' So, I put on a dress and sat back down by my poor old piano. Quickly I dusted it and made it as perfect as can be. As the new man walked along he appeared so friendly and kind. I thought surely this time all will be well. He almost accidentally walked past me. So, I shouted, 'dear new daddy, daddy! Please, please, listen and hear I plead. Only a few moments will do. I'll work as hard as I can.' His smile fell and he grew angry. Those eyes that saw me did, indeed, dislike me. Yet, I told myself it was probably not so. 'Okay,' I whispered to my piano. 'This time be good enough.' I got only a little further with my song. Then he scoffed. 'All this time wasted! it is out of tune do you not see? You selfish girl taking up all this time. This is all your fault and you'll never be any good!' Then he walked on and left the room, yet never the house. I closed my little piano being just as discouraged as I was. 'Neither you nor I shall be good enough.' I tried my best to play again but each note only sounded blue. Then another kind man walked past, yet I did not bother to stop him. For I knew I was not good enough. Yet, he stopped without me pleading for it to be so. But I did not even look up for he too would only leave. 'It's out of tune.' I whispered as he sat down next to me. He only whispered, 'I can help you if you need anything.' 'Do not worry-' I said back. 'It's all my fault and I deserve a piano that's out of tune. I am not worth anyone of your little moments.' He stared down at me with such a smile and his eyes truly saw me, truly saw me! They even looked like they could love me. Yet, I told myself not to hope for I was not worth his love. Then he asked me to play something but my little piano was still out of tune. So, I shouted at him, 'You can leave now! The piano is out of tune!' He only smiled a sad smile and held me close. 'I shall never leave you nor forsake you, dear little one.' Taking out a little tool from his box, he worked so delicately and beautifully with my little piano. 'There,' he smiled, 'try it now!' And I did and the notes no longer sounded blue and broken. I played then fear gripped my little piano and me too. 'Oh dear, what if he has gone?' I whispered to my piano. Yet, as we both looked he was there sitting next to me. Listening with awe in his eyes. Then I stopped, 'how selfish I have been you have places to be. Do go for I am not worth anymore of your little moments.' Then he stared me in my eyes and took my hands in his. 'I promise you I will love you right.' For the first time, me and my little piano felt heard and seen. 'Do you promise you will never leave me, I'll be as good as I can. If you leave me it will be all my fault. But me and my little piano will break under that weight.' He pressed my head to his chest and whispered, 'I'll stop loving you when I change the laws that govern the day and night.' From that day he stayed with me and loves me and listens to me when I stumble and fall. He tunes my piano every chance I give him. Listening through the door or sitting next to me. Each time the other men pass he holds my hand and protects my piano. He comforts me in the night and promises one day he'll take me home. Now, I am each day a little less afraid, a little more loved and a little more worthy. He introduced kindness and love unto me the kind that stays. This man Jesus and the piano my heart and me? A little more his each day and a little less everyone else's.