dancing again

My turquoise and cream canvas bag given to me by a dear friend has been sitting by the piano for some time. When I walk by, it will occasionally whisper, “Hey! I am over here!” But, I have chosen to ignore it, so-much-so that I think it quit calling. I’m not sure what is different about this morning. Maybe it is the beautiful breeze blowing in the kitchen window. Maybe it is the quiet of a Saturday morning. Maybe it is the work the Lord is doing in me. But, somehow, I found myself wandering over to the piano, bending down and reaching into my bag, picking up Volume 1 of the binder set I created, and beginning to play. Slowly the delight of playing music returned. And, my fingers danced over the keys once again.