What A Friend We Have In Jesus

We managed, against all odds, to actually go to church this morning.

Just to get out the door in a pouring springy summer rain, into the car, no shoes, no socks for my kid, who had left them in the car, then wrestled into all required clothes on the way to church and then the two of us late and creeping stealthily into the balcony pews, phew, we did it. I only notice then, I have one black sock, one navy. Whatever ...

They had all these great lovely old hymns on the menu this week. Out the big windows, God was dish dish dishing the rain out in steady needles. The trees were sucking it all up after that Sahara Desert of a day yesterday, so glad to get it.

My kid is almost 9 years old and doesn't want to go to baby Sunday School church lately, so he hid out with me in the balcony and went to big church. He even stood up to sing the hymns with me, which he had never done before. It was great.

For The Beauty Of The Earth

Sweet Hour of Prayer

What A Friend We Have in Jesus