Life Unexpected

Every once in awhile you have one of those moments where you wish that you could just bottle up the joy that is spilling out of your soul and hang onto it forever.  This morning I had one of those moments.  Our youth group had been asked to lead worship at our Easter Sunrise Service, and as I sat in the front row worshiping along with them, my heart couldn't help but feel filled.  It wasn't that they were singing perfect, or that they had poured countless hours into practicing, or even that they were dressed in their Sunday best.  It was the pure fact that they were giving glory to a God who has changed their lives, something that I pray every teenager will choose do every second they wake up.  We were singing David Crowder's song, "O Praise Him," and just when I thought that I couldn't sing any louder, I caught one of my teens who was leading worship look over and get this huge smile on her face.  I turned to my left, and what I saw completely melted my hea

My Dad and I after we sang in the ordination choir together...incredibly blessed! Another blog post from my hotel last night (since I am too cheap to purchase an Internet connection!): As a young girl, maybe even as young as 6 or 7, I had a special kind of bond with my Dad that I am not sure all kids had growing up.  He was a Pastor (and still is), and for some reason, I was drawn at an early age to following him around, watching what he did.  I watched as he spent time in his office studying, preparing for his sermons.  I watched as he poured out what seemed to be endless hours listening to people.  I watched him make hospital calls and quickly learned that while I was scared to death of hospitals, I still had this desire to care for the sick, and so I would tag along with my Dad.  As a young kid, I had no idea that I would someday do the very same things that my Dad would do.  I just knew that he was following God with everything inside of him and I wanted to do the same.  An