A few days ago, I received a bit of bad news concerning the health of one of my family members. It's difficult to find peace and comfort in such a trying and uncertain time. My sadness comes and goes. One minuet I'll be fine and the next I'll be sad for no apparent reason. On Friday, I was having a particularly bad day. I had been told the night before that the news was worse than was first expected, and I was not taking it well, despite having slept on it the night before. My loving wife called and asked if I could play on Sunday at church. I really did not feel like doing it at the time, but I went ahead and said ok. I did this knowing that it would be helpful for the service, and also because I am convinced that if she was asking, then she must have a reason and a need for that particular song. So, knowing that I did not have a lot of time in the next few days, I went immediately and practiced the song for a few moments. When I came back, I was feeling a lot better, and went on to have a successful day.
Music is an escape for me, in this there is no doubt, but I also have other escapes I can use if I need to. Music in particular is so important to me because it's not the doing something that is satisfying, but rather, it is the result. When I play, and it sounds good, that's magical, at least to me. And in the end, I guess that's all that really matters.
