Last night I played the piano, for the first time in six weeks!
Anyone who knows me realizes how odd that is, particularly being that playing the keyboard and leading worship is part of my ministry, and yes...when you get down to it, my job.
I hadn't given much thought to playing, other than being relieved I didn't have to for a while. I attended another church during my time away, taking in what I needed to nourish my wounded soul.
After dinner last night I sat down on the piano bench at my house and just let my fingers do the walking. They instinctively went to:
"Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, all fear is gone.
Because I know, He holds the future.
And life is worth the living, just because He lives."
Tomorrow is my first day back to our church, in six weeks.
Ready or not, here I come...