As I sat in the coffee shop with my two favorite people the other day, I wasn’t expecting what happened next. In this coffee shop, there is an open piano in the back that someone is usually playing a capella, desperately trying to cover a pop song. As we drank our coffee, two people came in. They seemed to be around my age and I didn’t think much about it. But they went straight to the piano. I thought to myself, here we go, another butchered Elliot Yamin song. So they started to play, but as they did, it was familiar. They kept going, and the song turned into “How He loves” The few times that I have heard someone on the piano in the coffee shop, they haven’t sang, or if they did it wasn’t loud enough to pay any attention to. But this time, they were singing. Beautifully. And as they would reach the chorus, it would get louder. And louder.
Most were turning their head to see who was putting on this small concert in the back corner. Including me. And then there were some who weren’t, carrying on their conversations and morning coffee. But for the most part, people were watching in awe as they sang. I think it was safe to say that God was in the coffee shop. And not up at the counter ordering a cappuccino, but in the back corner where no one paid attention to Him when He came in.
I was amazed at their voices combining together, to the point that it gave me chills. What an awesome reminder that God is everywhere. All the time. And of how much He does love us. And I think that we need to be reminded of that.