Five Minutes: Tender

Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Tender.

Ready. Set. Write.

Last night I was far from a tender soul. A long day at work, a mound of work ahead of me in the coming days and I was not my sweet, tender self. My friend, Amy, came over and she was also spent from the week. Bless her heart, due to the rain and barometric pressure, the beginnings of a migraine ensued. In the background, the TV was turned down as American Idol was playing. Amy left to go home to nurse her migraine and I replayed American Idol on my DVR.

Right before the end of the episode was a tender moment that made my heart gush. And, had we been paying attention, would have refreshed both of our souls had we watched it live. A young worship pastor at a church in Lakewood, Texas, was auditioning. He was born with no ears and his parents were told he'd never hear. After many trips to doctors and specialists, it was determined that he indeed did have ear drums. Many surgeries later he was blessed with reconstructed ears and now leads worship and sings. He auditioned with "Amazing Grace...my chains are gone...I've been set free...my God, my Savior, has ransomed me...and like a flood, His Mercy reigns...Amazing love....Amazing grace."

Tender moment I needed in the midst of a harsh cruel world.