I Didn’t Want to Miss It

Our Senior Adult Prayer group was ready to start our meeting with our usual format of choosing two old hymns from the hymnals we have hidden in our storage closet. Our accomplished pianist (in her mid 80’s) had not arrived. This is never a good situation because if she is not there we either stumble through without music or we sing as I stumble along from the piano. (It’s not that I have never had lessons but my progress was suddenly and permanently interrupted when at 12 years old I was bitten by my piano teacher’s dog!!)

But hope for the singing soared when our pianist (pictured above with permission) bolted through the door and sat on her bench arms poised to strike the keys.

What was different was that her head was wrapped in a huge towel. She explained that she had stepped out of the shower and realized it was quarter to twelve. Our meeting starts at twelve and since she just lives across the street she wrapped her long hair in a towel and came.  “I didn’t want to miss it.” was her simple explanation.

We laughed together as we sang.

Yes, I assured myself, we are family. Family members come down for breakfast with their hair wrapped in a towel. Family members come to a prayer meeting with their head wrapped in a towel.

Thank you, Jesus, for inviting us to be your family.