There are times when I wish that I knew how to play the viola. Warm sunshine is spilling all over the land, breezes are dancing, and I long to dash down to the creek and sit on a tree and play my heart out. I find peace and comfort in music and to realize that He accepts my praise is overwhelming.
Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs. Psalm 150:4 (Of course, this makes me wonder how I would praise the Lord with James)