When last we left off, we were waiting for my dad to wake up after a super big and complicated (and successful) brain surgery.
During that first month, I brought my violin to the ICU a lot. I filled the evening hours with everything from bluegrass to Beethoven, from ancient hymns to modern hallelujahs.
I thought about how David would be summoned to come and play for King Saul.
The scriptures say when David played for Saul, his mood would miraculously change. Each time I would play for my dad, his blood pressure and vital signs would improve. He might not have been able to show it, but I think on some small level he was aware I was there.
And isn’t that one of the deepest comforts of Psalm 23? That we’re not alone?
Whether it’s God’s declaration to be with us in the valley of the shadow of death, his pledge to make a table for us in the presence of our enemies, or his assurance of dwelling in his house forever…his presence is the consistent promise.
My humble and sincere prayer was for the anointing God has placed my talent to help bring healing to my dad’s spirit, even as the medical staff was doing everything in their power to help bring healing to his body.
Through this small thing, I was praying and believing the truth: “He restores my soul.”