Worship Night

Our church had Family Worship Night tonight.  The musicians in our church are incredible.  They are so talented and humble, it's amazing!  

I was reminded tonight that it's not about what I GET out of it...it's what I can GIVE! 

The past few months I've barely been able to sing during the worship time.  I had to fight back the tears.  I couldn't say the words without feeling this huge pressure on my heart.  I knew God was calling me to something and I knew I needed to surrender but I just couldn't wouldn't. 

I'm on a 'spiritual high' right now.  I feel like I could spend my whole day with God and no-one else and there still wouldn't be enough time.  Saying "Yes, Lord" feels so good.   I want to see this world through His eyes.  I've taken a step back and am trying to figure out what HE wants my life here on earth to look like.  What I've realized so far is that we aren't meant to be comfortable...and if you are, you need to do something about it!!  We will be comfortable in heaven, this is our time of labour and serving and there is joy and contentment in that!

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Change of topic....  Raya has had a rough day....we are anticpated a seizure sometime in the next 12 hours or so.  She was hard to watch tonight.  It's like she didn't know what to do with herself.  She went from hugging to dancing to growling to laughing to pouting to laying down to jumping to screaming all within minutes over and over and over again.   Tomorrow will be a hard day, she will be exhausted and really dependant.  Monday we will be on back on the positive side of life again.  She is going in 2 week cycles lately.  MRI followup is on Feb 1.


better late than never to start using labels I suppose

A New Blog

Here is a link to our new blog... for now we will still keep this one too....

Our New Blog

the picture of perfection

Raya was eating her breakfast this morning (after everyone else was done).  She's reeeaaaally slow in the morning, and she needs her space!

The rest of us were upstairs frantically getting ready for Bible Study.  I came downstairs to check on her progress and give her a little 'ya better hurry or were gonna be late' speach. 

I rounded the corner to find her sitting at the island, holding her spoon half way to her mouth and singing "I play my drum for Him, pa rum pa pum pum"

I didn't interupt.  She continued with her song in between mouthfuls of cereal.

We were late for Bible Study. 

And it's okay because Raya needed that time to worship this morning.