Music begins to melt my heart as peace settles all anxiety. The beauty of his song cannot be described, it has been born in the depth of worship. The kiss of God has nestled into it and the notes are begging to enter the throne room of grace.
I feel honored to be his audience.........the only one listening this side of heaven.
His song is like an offering, a gift, a shared treasure......
Time seems to fly away. Soon he will need to leave and I just want to linger here.
Luke, is so gifted with his guitar as he creates beautiful songs that bless so many. Worship flows from him as he makes melody in his heart to the Lord. And now he is sharing it with me. It delights my soul!
I rise from the blessed moment refreshed.
Something very special has just happened........my son and I have just shared a little piece of heaven.
Will he remember this special time, continuing to ponder it as I will? It will probably escape him as he leaves the room refusing to be placed into his memory bank for recalling. However, I will refuse to let go of it, harboring and protecting it from escaping my heart forever.
Humming a new song,