The Language of Coke

On Monday, so much went on, and each moment deserves its own story, but sometimes, there’s not a moment to write, or God has me to wait. This morning, He’s asked that I tell you about a hospital visit that happened that day.

To bring you up to speed…I had read about a woman friend of mine praying about having to make the decision to have her leg amputated below the knee or not. When I read that request to pray for her, I thought, “What a decision to have to make!”, and my heart just opened up for her, and I began to pray.

When you pray for someone, you grow closer to them, so over the weekend, I felt for this woman and told the kids I wanted to go visit her. Our Sunday ended up being packed full, so I told them I’d be going on Monday, and that’s what I did. Continue reading

Time Redeemed in a Dance

Yesterday, I went to Beach Chapel to deliver some flags and to creep up on Henry (hee hee hee). Both of those things were accomplished, but God had way bigger things in store for me.

“…in store for me”…I can’t even imagine all that God has stored up for me in heaven that He’ll be releasing. It’s astonishing!

Anyway, as I was dancing with flags, I felt the desire to go up on stage but wasn’t sure if I had that favor, so I stayed where I was. Before communion, we sat to pray, and at that moment, Henry motioned for me to come up on stage, so I went. Continue reading