Photo taken by Grace Ashley tonight (while the rest of us were listening to the sermon.)
Spittin out the remains of dirt left on my tongue.
The rocks that bouldered me under were oh-so-sure they'd won
But they're breaking apart, shifting plates, letting oxygen in.
I'm waking up, digging out, rising up again.
Finally feeling some sunlight, warm upon my skin.
Resurrection.
Christian and I singing at Sao Leopoldo.
There's so much I could say about tonight, so many connections and confirmations...but I think the picture at the top says what is most important, and as Christian sang for me tonight in Portuguese before we left, (cause he wanted to know if I knew the song), it's All about You, Jesus.
Always has been, you know.
1 comment:
Becky,
This was a very special night for your mom and dad...how many many times we have loved to hear you sing.But it was also special for the people at Cai as they were privileged to see the reason why your dad and I talk so much about what a special daughter you are to us. A friend said very sadly, "I am so sorry missed Sunday night because of sickness. I was told it
was a wonderful service because of
the way you conducted the worship
service and sang. Thank you, Becky,I know that God was honored
and we were all handed a special blessing. Mom
husband being sick
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