A day of worship. To lift eyes to heaven and give thanks, to sing and to listen, to gather His teachings and words and hide them in my heart. Hide and share.
This day of worship I'm learning to stretch into all my days. I try harder, knowing more as each day passes of time and presence.
My gratitude list continues . . .
the smell of marinade in the fridge at 2:00 in the morning
Sunday morning cinnamon rolls
bringing chairs in for a full SS class
him holding my hand in prayer
steaks on the grill
the young men our girls love
smell of charcoal
helping hands in the kitchen
God is great, God is good . . .