There's more to say. There's more to be said, and sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to say it all. I remember very clearly as a girl wishing that someone could crawl inside my head and know my thoughts without me having to take the time to articulate them. I walk out of libraries, especially those in Europe, overwhelmed by the sheer number of volumes that I will never read. Last night, it struck me that I will never speak fluent Italian, and I don't know why that made me sad - I've never aspired to learn Italian.
John Eldredge wrote, " . . . contentment is never wanting less; that's the easy way out. Anybody can look holy if she's killed her heart; the real test is to have your heart burning within you and have the patience to enjoy what there is now to enjoy, while waiting with eager anticipation for the feast to come" (The Sacred Romance, p. 199).
So today, I will enjoy my dear friends here that like to hear me play. In this moment, I will enjoy the breeze that is coming through the computer room window, causing my feet to wiggle happily. I will enjoy His promise that I am chosen, holy, and dearly loved. I will be thankful for the burning and for the waiting and for the feast that seems so close I can smell the anticipation.
And I will sing.