Not what I expected

I didn't expect to blog about us in this way.

I'm very chronological "bound." I like to tell things in the order they happened and sometimes do so with way too many insignificant details. Then the story gets bogged down.

But this story isn't bogged down yet. I haven't hardly begun to write it.

So tonight, I sat down to play guitar. I'm feeling rather stressed about an upcoming trip and am needing to find my place of peace in God. I decided I'd pick up my guitar, not really thinking it would do much good.

I started playing a worship song, and Lee sat at the piano and began to play with me.

And Lee makes anything sound 10 times better. You couldn't hear the missed strums or chords with his fingers playing the piano in the background.

I can't really express what was going on in my heart. I think I found some peace. I found some pain, too, though. The worship on guitar and piano took on a different, yet familiar flavor, one I know will be restored to me at some point...only better than I could ever hope or imagine.

In the midst of the pain, I gave thanks to God for the small gift that He gave me tonight in a short, impromptu worship "jam session" with Lee.