Wednesday, July 27, 2005
“praise Him with the harp and lyre, praise Him with tambourine and dancing, …………………..Praise the Lord.
Psalm 150:4 NIV
Sometimes, when the music is playing and my thoughts my lips and hands turn to Him, when, as one young lady expressed it, I'm in my "chill" zone, I just want to dance.
But I can’t.
My feet weigh a ton and I just don’t know how!
Other times, when I am so wretched, I wonder, "why would He choose me? Why would he be faithful to me?"
Like the late Rich Mullins was wont to say: “Our God is an awesome God.”
Shalom Y’all,
Charlie
Psalm 150:4 NIV
Sometimes, when the music is playing and my thoughts my lips and hands turn to Him, when, as one young lady expressed it, I'm in my "chill" zone, I just want to dance.
But I can’t.
My feet weigh a ton and I just don’t know how!
Other times, when I am so wretched, I wonder, "why would He choose me? Why would he be faithful to me?"
Like the late Rich Mullins was wont to say: “Our God is an awesome God.”
Shalom Y’all,
Charlie
