Melody had forgotten how much she loved worship music. Over the last four years, her focus had been country music with a largely secular ambiance. As she sang and clapped and worshipped with James, she felt a little door to her heart she had long ago slammed shut start to nudge open.
It felt natural and right to stand next to him. She loved the sound of his voice lifted in praise. It surprised her, actually, how much she enjoyed it. He didn’t have a particularly great voice, but she could feel his love of the worship, and it didn’t seem to matter his lack of skill or talent.
When the congregation sat, he slipped an arm around her shoulders, and she scooted in closer to him, feeling at home for the first time in a long time.
She listened to the pastor’s sermon, but only with half an ear.
