Yesterday, Kyle took me to the symphony. I was honored: honored to be thought of, honored to be asked, honored to be with him. In talking with a volunteer, I learned that the theater has been there since 1928; the hotel and lobby have been built around it. It was beautiful, and the music played was outstanding.

During the concert, as I watched each artist, I noticed their body movement. Not only did they play the notes but also moved their bodies with the music differently. In their own voices without words and with their own melodies without sound, their bodies moved. It’s something I had never noticed before, and it spoke so loudly to my heart.

How beautiful each heart is! It was like every “body” was singing to the music. Some moved slightly. Others dove into each prominent note. One turned this way. One turned that way. One straight ahead. And the conductor seemed to sing with every instrument: his body constantly moving. I wondered if heaven was watching, so I asked.

God replied, “Where you go, We go. The Kingdom is inside you.” At that moment, I felt the Presence of God so intensely; I began to cry, not a cry of “boo-hoo” but a cry of awe. It made me think of worship. If people don’t know God and they’re doing something they’re passionate about, something that He’s placed inside of them, does their aroma smell like worship to Him? I wonder.

I love spending time with my kids, all together and with each one separately. On the way there, I warned Kyle that I would probably cry because when I hear the violin being played (any string instrument being played), I weep because of my desire to play my own. Obviously, the desire hasn’t been strong enough to learn yet, but if I keep exposing myself to the beauty of the violin, it will happen…soon.