Today was my dream come true at church: My husband's gospel band, the choir, and the (soon-to-be?) choir director. The band played six songs, one of them with the choir, and we clapped and swayed and grinned like possums (do possums grin, really?). The director played the song he sang for the minister and me, My Life Is In Your Hands, and there was absolute stillness and silence while he did so. The choir sang the offertory and it was a large and beautiful sound that rang down from the choir loft.
After the services (I went to both) I went up to the director and said, "If this never happens again, today was enough."
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