By Special Invitation Only

We had planned a quiet (as quiet as can be expected with a Little Sprout in the house) Saturday night. Mindless television was on the agenda.

Then we got a last minute invitation to a concert. We were promised the debut of two new musical works along with some old favorites. We quickly readied & made our way to the concert hall. Usually Darling Hubby commented on the lack of seats since our invitation didn't come with assigned seating. I reminded him that the performer of the evening was in great demand and "standing room only" was to be expected.

Without even an introduction for the diminutive soloist, who obviously needed no introduction, the concert started. The two new songs were soon unveiled. I was mesmerized as the a cappello words bounced from the walls of the concert hall. While I can't say that a note or two (or maybe more) wasn't off; the passion of the singer/songwriter was apparent as the stage bounced during her performance.

As soon as the singing ended, the multi-talented performer picked up her instrument and played a well known tune. We were quickly taken in by the strong, clear tones of a single song flute...each note well practiced and played with great feeling. It ended too soon.

And then we applauded...at least hubby & I did. Our dog just watched through the bedroom door.

"Holy, Holy, Holy. Bless the heart of the Lamb. Holy, Holy, Holy. God you can only bless. Holy, Holy."--Little Sprout

And she is right, God has truly blessed us.