Today our message was titled ‘Amazing Grace’.  Pastor Andrew mentioned that this very blog has been a source of grace for some.  None more than us.

Near the end of the service, the musician that was playing, seemed to be unfamiliar with the last song “Our Friends, May you Grow in Grace”.  Because Marisa and I were sitting beside the piano, I offered to play it for him.  He willingly accepted.

Then instead of myself,  Marisa played it.  Her hands.  Her fingers.  Her amazing, graceful fingers.  The fingers that 10 days ago couldn’t lift up her own fork to eat.  The fingers that 10 years ago caught my ear, eyes and then my love.  (For all the musicians:  she even nailed the double third riff that is in that song, a tough feat during normal circumstances)