Wednesday Worship: Before The Throne Of God Above

Picking the song for this week’s Wednesday Worship was easy, partly because I could listen to Shane & Shane all day long and never tire of their poetry, reflection, worship, and reverence. Their blend of acoustic instrumentation and heartfelt lyrics speak to me every time I listen to them. I love them because they are real. They speak truth. I love when music blends apologetics with experience, because that’s part of worship… knowing truth and clinging to that truth moving me to a place where I praise and rejoice.

Race For The Cure In-Law Style

These pictures of my sister-in-law, brother-in-law and their absolutely adorable son (isn’t he the cutest?!) participating in the Race For The Cure reduced me to a sobbing mess.

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Then she had to go and write this on her blog. Now I’m an even bigger mess. Isn’t it wonderful? Thank you… thank you… thank you! I am so blessed. How I do look forward to shouting “one year!”
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America’s Favorite Past Time

Last night we went to my nephew’s baseball game, and despite the wind making it feel like it was fall instead of spring, it was good to be out enjoying the evening and the fresh air and my family. I drank it in and am grateful for another day, another time to revel in all God has given me…

The stinging crack of bats resounding in the air.
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Little voices cheering and encouraging one another in their efforts to win.

Sunshine on distant mountains. Breathtaking beauty of God’s creation.

Me And My Buddy

This morning a very somber Asher curled his lanky body into my lap. He sighed deeply saying nothing. I held him quietly, gazing at his long eyelashes as they curled around his beautiful eyes. I love his eyelashes!

(I used to joke that my second-born would be a girl with short eyelashes and small eyes and she’d whine about how her brother was prettier than her. Not so! My second-born does have short eyelashes, but he has the strong chin and sweet dimples that fit his impish personality so well. Then there’s the redheaded baby who has the same beautiful eyes as her oldest brother and the charming grin of our middle boy. Each beautiful in their own way.)

Wednesday Worship: Edition #7

There are some Sundays where, by His grace, I am completely and fully immersed in the worship of our God. Those are the Sundays when I don’t want the service to end. Those are Sundays where it seems as if everything speaks expressly to me and the place where I am. Those are Sundays where I hang on every word spoken, prayed, preached, and sung. This past week held one of those Sundays. I didn’t want to stop singing. I didn’t want Tim to end his prayer. I didn’t want Joe to stop preaching. I didn’t want God to stop be so obviously glorified.