Your hands blessed me this weekend. I could only see your hands and the top of your head, but right away I could tell you were a worshipper. There were a few uplifted hands around you, but there was just something about yours. They were exuberant. Fingers outstretched, clapping, reaching to the heavens, they reflected your heart, your passion for our Father. Your hands made me joyful.
As the last week in April zooms into focus, I’m:
-processing an amazing weekend with Beth Moore in Atlanta. Must chew on this, pray on this, focus on this for a while. GOOD stuff. God stuff.
-done playing with blog backgrounds. I’m. Done. Really.
-facing a week full of lots of little things to do. I struggle to stay focused, and I need to be focused.
-praying for myself as a mom, because I have a teenager, and I’m not handling it well right now. I want her to get what I’m saying to her, like, yesterday, and it’s not happening.
What’s up at your house this week?