Breathing out praise.
Lyrics that clung to my mind like a magnet as we sang them in this morning’s service.
Every breath—a rich intake of God’s favor, goodness, mercy, and love. Then, why must I all too often choose to exhale words and thoughts so poverty-stricken in praise?
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Simply yet perfectly said.
Yep, tonight at Refresh too. Beautiful pics–where were they taken?