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“YOU SURE YOU’RE READY for this?” he asked as Katrina checked her reflection in the mirror.
She gave her peach sweater one last glance of approval. “I’m sure.”
“You promised to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, remember?”
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Ok.” He took her hand, she took her violin case, and they made their way across the walk to join the members of Orchard Grove Bible Church for the annual Christmas Eve pageant and candlelight service.
Forty minutes later, pleasantries exchanged, prayers recited, and carols sung, Katrina stood from her seat in the front row and stepped up to the spot by the Christmas tree.
Greg smiled at her. “This is a medley my wife has put together to help us worship God together this evening.”
She gave him a small nod and lifted the bow to her string.
For a few days, she’d entertained the thought of singing her medley, but she wasn’t ready for that yet, and she wasn’t going to push herself too hard. Besides, she and Greg would have a lot to talk about on their drive to Leavenworth in a few days, and she didn’t want to strain her voice.
Tonight, she’d let Dmitry do her singing for her.
Breath of heaven ...
The lights dimmed as she shut her eyes. Faces in the congregation disappeared, her husband’s last of all, until it was simply her and her music.
No, not just her and her music. She wasn’t playing for herself any more than she was playing for her husband or the members of his church.
Tonight, she was playing for her Savior, the Savior who’d been born in a dirty, smelly stable to a scared and ill-prepared mother. She was playing for the God who had erased all of her sins and had convinced her time and time again over the past few days of his unconditional, eternal love for her.
She was playing for her Creator, who knew each and every one of her soul’s deepest longings and promised to satisfy her every need.
She was playing for the Son who died on the cross so she could appear clean and spotless before him.
As she lifted her praise she knew her song reached the gates of heaven and rose like incense before the throne of her audience of one.
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