“My heart was so full of this message that I couldn’t help but put it into a song.” He kept his head down, but his red cheeks still showed.
Please look up, Evie silently begged.
He lifted his chin, and their eyes met. She poured all her belief in him, all her love, all her strength, into her look, praying he could receive it.
He laid the strap across his back and squared his shoulders. The notes he played weren’t solemn or slow. The music would fit in on any Christian station, because it carried hope and lift and a good beat.
“When I was down, You let me cry.
When I was up, You let me soar.
But then You asked, Who am I
If I don’t make you more?
You are my God. You formed my soul.
You brought me here. You make me whole.
When I look up, I look to You.
You are my God. And You renew.
You ask of me more than I can bear.
And I ask of You to please be there.
Don’t leave me be. Don’t let me fall.
You are my God. You are my all.
You are my God. You formed my soul.
You brought me here. You make me whole.
When I look up, I look to You.
You are my God. And You renew.
I’m better now than I’ve ever been.
You made me see who I could be.
You made me find the best parts of me.
You made me more; You let me see.
You are my God. You formed my soul.
You brought me here. You make me whole.
When I look up, I look to You.
You are my God. And You renew.”
He played a few more notes that rounded out the music and brought it to a natural, soft conclusion.
Evie drew in a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding until the song ended. She clasped her hands in front of her and closed her eyes. It was so beautiful, and it spoke to a part of her that longed to be more like God, that believed she was made for higher thoughts and practices, that she could be a better person, that she could be like Jesus. At the same time, she knew that God was pleased with her today—just as she was.
