Grace Notes

She was a pianist who hadn’t touched the keys since her engagement ended.

He was a worship leader who stopped singing after his church split. Both carried melodies buried under pain.

When their pastor asked them to write a new song for Easter, they both refused  until they learned they’d been paired together.

At first, the rehearsals were tense. She played safe. He sang soft. But slowly, something sacred began to unfold. Their brokenness blended into harmony.

One night, while writing lyrics, she whispered, “I don’t know if I believe in love anymore.”

He looked up. “Then let’s write until you remember.”

By Easter morning, their song  “Grace Notes” was finished. It wasn’t polished, but it was honest. When they performed it, the congregation wept.

They didn’t fall in love on that stage. They fell in surrender  to the One who healed through melody.

Now, every time they play together, they laugh about how God composed their hearts before they even noticed.

“When hearts align with heaven, harmony follows.”