It was a beautiful event—a celebration of long-time dedication to marriage.
Strangers became friends, and kindness and grace flowed like the wine at Jesus’ first miracle celebration.
A sweet woman whispered to me that she had a surprise for the couple—a song they loved that she wanted to sing for them. She told me she was a pianist who played piano and organ for church, but classical was her favorite.
With that lead up, I expected amazing. Beyond that, the song happened to be a favorite of mine, so I was excited.
She was not amazing. My voice isn’t great, but I began to think I might sing it better. Still, I admired her confidence and pluck.
Then I saw it—the trembling pinky, shaking fingers as she clutched the phone telling her the words.
She did it anyway. For them, her friends. What an honor! The whole group saw and applauded, most of all the couple. “Make a joyful noise,” the Bible says. She did, and I began to think how if she was as nervous as that and gave it all for them anyway, what was I doing whining about my writing?
I will, my God and King, make a joyful noise and serve the Lord with gladness.
Press on!