Beautiful notes!

I lost myself in the notes of the violinist in church today. He has a gift. He can move you. Can pierce through that hardened, much abused, distorted, mutilated, maligned, twisted, sinful, lost soul and touch the dying good in you.
At the cost of sounding cliched and being laughed at and ridiculed and belittled I must say that I felt like this little lost creature, terribly afraid and ashamed because she had been bad and had strayed away and done exactly what she had been taught not to. I felt like this clueless tiny speck who wanted to get back home but didn't know how. I was a shadow that had lost its body. I was tired and hungry and thirsty. And I thought I was going to fall when I heard those BEAUTIFUL NOTES!
They said to me, "All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you."
Those notes seemed to embrace me and say, "Hey! No matter what I will always love you. It wasn't for nothing that I died on that cross. It was for you."

I felt joy, I felt peace, I felt special, I felt Safe.