My Own Name

I never realized how important a name can be.  My first two weeks as a music therapy intern for students with special needs has been enlightening to say the least, but I think it is the small things that make me feel certain that God obviously knew this was what I am meant to do.  One of the many beautiful moments so far involved a student with hearing impairments who asked (via her interpreter) what my name was since she hadn't met me before.  Up until that point, I'd been observing from the back after a brief introduction by my supervisor.  Yes, a few inquisitive students had asked who I was, but this student provided me with my own signed name.  I wasn't just "the assistant"--She gave me a name combining the signed letter K and the ASL sign for music.  I know it seems like a small thing, but it just reminded me that even though I will never be the best musician in the world, I will make a difference using some of God's greatest gifts to me, music and love.  I look forward to all I will learn from students like her in my journey as a music therapy intern.