Sunday, October 12, 2014

Songs of Surrender

I sat in the old familiar pew, the fourth row from the back. The cups were passed around for communion, while my father sat playing the grand piano. I have been away for a month, but now I am home. And I do not believe I have ever heard my father play with such passion as I have today. The music was neither loud nor calling particular attention to itself, but instead it was tender and soft, pleading. My sister and mother and I all sat listening. And I thought of what a wonderful life this is and what a blessing it is to have been born into a family of feelers.

Today was a day for living.

>> Also, these songs are currently rocking my world: one, two, three.

1 comment:

  1. That was beautiful, loved it. You have such an amazing way of expressing yourself. And I love, absolutely love those songs as well.
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