“Anything to make you stop crying”
“I’ll buy you ice cream”
These were my pleas Easter morning while watching over a non-stop crying baby in the nursery.
You know what she said?
She asked me to sing.
And so I did just that.
Simple songs glorifying our Creator.
But within moments, after 45 minutes of wailing for Momma, there was silence.
My tone deaf voice had put her straight to sleep.
And in that moment I had all together too many things happening in my heart.
Remembering Fennel in Haiti.
How it would be the crack of dawn and while everyone played soccer He would sleep so cozily in my lap while I sang songs.
Thinking of the future orphans that I could sing to sleep.
And all the while I felt my savior holding me, singing His grace to me through the innocence of His children.
Child-like Faith
That’s all He wants.
He wants to sing us melodies of love & grace & forgiveness.
All the while He so intentionally holds us in His grasp.
“No scheme of Man
No power of hell
Could ever pluck me from your hand”
He is Father God.
Creator of the most microscopic desert flower
& of the most extravagant mountain top.
We are His creation.
Created from dust, saved by His blood.
Saved by His sacrifice.
And I know nothing more about this priceless gift of grace than to praise Him and serve Him.
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I appreciate every single one you who pass through here.
I pray you live a life of adventure and abundance.
