mighty to save.

we gathered together, thousands singing for the glory of the risen King. and just in case i forgot, we declared Him stronger while children from africa danced with glee. somewhere during mighty to save with their small hands lifted sky-high and their eyes closed, i fell in love with the song again. i thought of breezy sunday mornings in an african slum and voices echoing around me, of eyes full of curiosity looking my way as russ strummed his guitar next to me. i didn't always love this song. over-played and taken for granted, the meaning was lost until heard from the lips of Β those who have nothing but truly know the meaning of full surrender.


with ann, giving thanks:

0076: exuberant joy on the faces of the african children's choir as they joined us in worship

0077: breakdancing and worship

0078: devonte's easter basket

0079: netipots and sinus rinses {because let's just be honest...allergies in austin are ridiculous right now.}

0080: community and family dinners

0081: cascarones and parties in your hair

0082: our neighborhood coming to life as the sun sets behind the street

0083: date nights and thai food with my man

0084: devonte walking away from being hit by a truck while riding his bike

0085: three-hour naps

0086: quiet evenings spent writing

0087: jesus juking with devonte

0088: watching russ continue to build his dream

0089: summer being just around the corner

0090: nights filled with story and food and friends

what are you thankful for this morning?


Posted on April 25, 2011 .