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Last night I slipped back into the office after everyone else had gone and played the piano a little while. Working where I do it is awkward to play when others are around. I plop down and tap out a little melody. They sit down and gracefully play through a Beethoven movement.
As I sat playing, poorly but contentedly, I sang along to the song.

"El shaddai, el shaddai,
El-elyon na adonia,
Age to age youre still the same,
By the power of the name.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
Erkamka na adonai,
We will praise and lift you high,
El shaddai.

Through your love and through the ram,
You saved the son of abraham;
Through the power of your hand,
Turned the sea into dry land.
To the outcast on her knees,
You were the God who really sees,
And by your might,
You set your children free.

El shaddai, el shaddai,
El-elyon na adonia,
Age to age youre still the same,
By the power of the name.
El shaddai, el shaddai,
Erkamka na adonai,
We will praise and lift you high,
El shaddai."

Next I played and sang along to "All in All"

"You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my All in All.

Seeking You as a precious jewel
Lord to give up I'd be a fool
You are my All in All.

Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your Name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your Name."

As I left, I continued singing the two songs to myself, back and forth, off and on. Walking to my car, I laughed to myself at the soundtrack I usually have playing in my head. Turning the car on the radio came on to the Christian station. A new song was starting to play and I thought to myself how funny it would be if "El Shaddai" would be the song they would play. Wouldn't that be odd how God shows Himself so intricately involved, so tangibly present, in my day-to-day doings. I chuckled at the sheer ridiculousness of the thought that my life, for some reason, would be so intricately planned. My thoughts were so loud as to the impossibility of this that I almost missed the first words being sung of "All in All."

Through the laughter and tears that now came pouring from me I sang along, rejoicing in the small example of God showing me, once again, how intricately involved He really is.