Scrolling through Facebook and I stopped at an old friend's new post; she was playing the Braveheart theme song on the piano and I couldn't pull my ears away. I listened to the whole thing.
We lived together, this friend and I, in Germany. That's where we met, grew, laughed, learned together; that's where we became sisters. It seems like many lifetimes ago now, but it wasn't (I can't believe it wasn't). We, and many other bright eyed, 19 and 20-something- year-olds, lived in a nearly still, east German village for a few short months that changed our entire lives.
There was a piano in the basement of the place where we lived and sometimes after dinner this friend and I would sneak down there. She would play "Comptine d'Un Autre Été" and other artsy standbys. I would flop onto the second bench beside her and feel everything from utterly homesick to hopeful for the big dreams God was planting in our hearts. And now, whenever I hear her, or anyone else playing the piano I think of Germany and those moments that seem to have settled in my bones a lifetime ago.