I’ve been reflective for the past year or so on many things. Some pertain to me, others to my son and yet others are definitely related to my beloved grandmother. What I have discovered, though, is that I need to spend more quality time basking in the presence of the One Who understands what bothers me and knows exactly how to comfort me. His comfort brings hope, a spring in my step and a gleam in my eye.
I love to sing; singing is as natural as breathing for me. As I sing, I feel worship enveloping my surroundings. I usually usher in God’s presence with singing.
“I love you, Lord – and I lift my voice to worship You, Oh my soul, rejoice. Take joy my King in what You hear; let it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear.”
He loves the serenade. He responds every time.
I Worship You…..