Sunday, August 06, 2006

Sunday mornings

Every Sunday I go to church and leave feeling so glad I went. I know this sounds silly, I mean who doesn't feel good after leaving church. But I mean, I am moved, touched, annointed, purified, blessed. The music time makes me throw my arms into the air and brings tears into my eyes every time. I am forced into wearing waterproof mascara to church. I will let you know when I know what God is doing. Right now I think He is letting me enjoy His time, His people. Thank you.

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He knows each tear that falls
And hears me when I call.

What our summer looked like




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