We became troubadours. Strum the guitar here. Sing a song there. First in the physical therapy room with a patient who liked rock-n-roll. Then down the hallway to meet a lady whose friends came to visit, and they all welcomed the music. A few doors down, another lady was so happy she could hardly wait to tell her family she was personally serenaded in the hospital. And when we met a lady who spoke mostly Spanish, we were immensely blessed to find in our music bag a copy of “Supe Que Me Amabas,” at which point I knew the Lord had packed our bag that day. We did meet one lady who could not speak audibly at all, and so we loved her smile all the more. From “Bless the Broken Road” to “I’ve Got a River of Life
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