Sunday Morning

My youngest son wasn't feeling well Sunday morning so I stayed home with him as my wife and other son went to church.  He worked on some crafts and then settled onto the couch in front of the television.  I retreated to a different room with my guitar.

I didn't practice, I played.  I played songs from my summer as a bible camp counselor.  I played songs from college religious services and gatherings.  I played old songs, some touching, some kind of corny.  As I played, I remembered the times and people with whom I shared this music.  It was a long time ago and I've lost track of most of these people.  Still, it doesn't make those moments or the memories any less important.  As we go along, people drift into and out of our lives.  For some, the meeting is brief and circumstances pull us apart.  For others, we are caught up in the same current and float together a bit longer.

So, I played.  And I remembered.  And I thanked God for the circumstances that brought these people and experiences into my life.