Small Miracle

My ward is little. Well, compared to Utah my ward is little. Hardly anyone plays the piano. Last week a counselor in the bishopric asked if I would fill in for the pianist during sacrament meeting. I agreed, on the condition that he didn’t care what it sounded like. I haven’t ever been a confident sight-reader. Well, lucky for me, they had chosen obscure songs I hadn’t even seen before in my life. It didn’t go down well. This Sunday, as we arrived at the church house I noticed that the same beloved bishopric member eyed me as I came into the chapel. He quickly began walking towards me, and I began praying under my breath that he just wanted to say hi. Well, he said hi, and then he asked if I would play again. Of course I agreed. My prayer changed to a real prayer, that I would be able to play to the best of my abilities, and not detract from the spirit of the meeting. As I played the prelude music, I felt a peace come into my heart, and my nerves calmed a little bit. The songs were ones that I had heard before, and it went 20X better than last week. It really was a small little miracle, and an answer to my prayers. I’m so grateful.