One of the best blessings I have experienced this Advent season has been the opportunity to sneak into our church's sanctuary here in Malaysia, and savor the ambiance of the lit cross. My Epic friends know that during worship practices, I'd sneak over and flip on the illuminated cross. During one of our last conversations, my friend Josh said, "We'll leave the cross lit for you, Shelli!" And sure enough, during a season where it is easiest to miss those I love, and hardest to feel the weight of distance during the holidays, Jesus is filling me up in such a surprising, sacred way.
Last night, I got to spend three hours just hammering away at piano keys, hearing the echoes of my own voice resonating through the empty benches of a gorgeous church. I had made peace with having to say goodbye to the powerful solo piano sessions I had secretly found in Seattle, recognizing that while traveling a year from a backpack, I wouldn't really have that chance. I feel so blessed to be able to enjoy something that truly connects my spirit to the Divine.
I am so thankful for music. Guitar, piano, the power of song, of hymns, of being able to lift my voice up to God with no holds-barred. This is a Christmas wish, come true.
