Hands raised high….in praise 

Feet lightly walking down a sandy beach….in thankfulness 

Amazing Grace…My Chains are Gone….sung in celebration 

My sturdy pink Bible all God’s words and compelling…..in humble study 

The laughter of my children, the piano playing of my husband, my mother’s precious happy voice over the phone.  My daddy’s hands as he holds mine, the memory of a father in law playing Santa to my children and a mother in law leaving me a legacy of a faithful woman. 

The sun as it highlights the angel hair of my daughter whose laughter my heart will hear all the days of my life. 

The impromptu hug of my oldest son at just the right moment. 

The ILY2 texted to me by my busy, active baby boy. 

The garden my love and I grow to grow us closer to one another and to God. 

The quiet little moments early in the morning when there’s no doubt He calls my name. 

The silent little trickle of tears falling down my face as sorrow would overwhelm me if not for the presence of the Lord. 

The sadness of my friends which is lifted up in prayer. 

The brokenness of my acquaintances whom I see when I walk past… and quietly bow my head in prayer…

The joy of a friends babies as they celebrate their five years. 

The sweet reminder of a sister-friend every time I see a penny….or a heart. 

It’s not just the time in communion in a building made by God.  It’s not only the a'capella singing of the brothers and the sisters of our Father.  It’s not simply the choir and the lesson and the sweet Bible studies with the young….not the pews and the bulletins and the things of formality… 

It’s the little daily livings we do as we hold His hand through life.  It’s the moments with our Father which grip our hearts and touch our spirits.

It’s the kindnesses we share all in His Holy Name. 

It’s the time spent on Him, for Him, with Him…..and with His…..which brings us to our….

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