It was dinner time and I had already finished, being in the habit of rushing my meal as most young Mums. While the rest of the tribe continued to eat, I could hear the call of muted music travelling into our front room. One of the visiting Australians was playing worship songs on their hosts' electric piano.
On a whim, I asked if Steve could watch the kids while I ducked next door in the hope of joining in. Knowing me well, he gave me a time limit... "Just be back in an hour".
For the next hour, I was in heaven. Four voices, one piano and a large echoing room are a far cry from the multitudes that will one day join together in song before the throne of God. But for me, for now, it was bliss.
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