Our Mistress of Ceremonies for the Five Minute Friday is Kate over at Heading Home. Hope you link up with us and join the fun.
The church's worship team gathered to celebrate the comeraderie and joy of worshiping the Savior together. There she sits in a full room, yet alone.
The festivities includes delicious party food, games, prayers, and laughter. Yet she cannot celebrate with them. She feels like an outsider. People speak to her as they go by, yet she feels in a fog. She cannot celebrate. She leaves the festivities early in a depressive, oppressive stupor. She writes a letter of apology to the hosts of the event in case she ruined other's celebrations. She should have stayed home.
She stands before the congregation every week, instrument in hand, playing songs celebrating the love of the Almighty and His loving sacrifice of His Son for us all. She plays with passion in her spirit, which pours out of her hands and voice, yet her heart aches with the feeling she is only there because someone better isn't.
What can she celebrate? Is her purpose in life merely to show others how not to live? If so, my God, what kind of life is that?