When I first met Lee a few weeks ago, he was quiet, homeless, in the sun. I sat with him, talked with him, listened to him, and kept going back to visit him. Up until this point, I wasn’t quite sure what the Holy Spirit was up to, but today, everything seemed a lot clearer in my heart.
When it was time for lunch, I grabbed my folding chair to be able to sit with Lee in the Park and asked the Holy Spirit which way to walk, but by the time I got outside, I had forgotten and walked a totally different way. My destination was the same though, so I kept on going. Continue reading
When my eyes are closed
I see more of Him
the vision of my heart
Burning through my soul
of Your love
He said, “The beauty of your worship
to Me fills heaven.
On earth, it looks different,
but in Heaven,
the beauty’s the same.”
Yesterday, Kyle took me to the symphony. I was honored: honored to be thought of, honored to be asked, honored to be with him. In talking with a volunteer, I learned that the theater has been there since 1928; the hotel and lobby have been built around it. It was beautiful, and the music played was outstanding.
During the concert, as I watched each artist, I noticed their body movement. Not only did they play the notes but also moved their bodies with the music differently. Continue reading