Pianist

Dear Levi,

Since the Heartland girls have been gone, I've been the only helper at the Sommerset ministry. In a way it's very nice, because I've gotten to know Bro. Don and Ms. Martha so well... and party it's very lame, because I don't get to go sing in the bedridden wing. Instead, I've been acting song service pianist. All fumbly-fingered and scared to death, blundering through a few agonizing hymns and evening scratching out a special where I sang and played all at the same time. It was disastrous, in a... wonderful way. It felt a lot like home, where everything is so imperfect and yet I know that I am needed. I look out on my little old people, and they are so sweet and so quiet and so, so precious. I don't like playing the piano but I am glad that I can be of some help. Part of me knows I should probably try to take lessons this summer to learn how to play American hymns. I never wanted to before, but I know I should. When I hit a flat key instead of a natural, the awkward sound made me grimace. I shot a quick look of apology at Bro. Don, but he was singing away in his warm sweater vest, focused on his old people. I hurried my eyes to the notes ahead. The old people may be half deaf, but they aren't that deaf.
Thank you God for letting me be a part of this ministry where I am needed.
Thank you Levi for encouraging me to do this again.

Your Star,
Rigel