So I may not be that old, but I sure am not that young either. And I have never, ever seen what has transpired in our nation in the last two weeks, let alone the world. Ever! And 9/11 was crushing in and of itself.
So, if you have followed me even for a bit, you might know that I really love music. Seriously love. I guess it started when I was really little. My dad played guitar and sang in his own band. I know. Awesome, right?
April 26, 2017
So my next faith blog post is not scheduled to go up until early May. But, God has spoken straight to my heart and I just needed to share it with you today. Read More
And there it was. I was driving out of the neighborhood, headed to the grocery store, when I spotted it. It was a familiar darkish-orange and yellow. It was shaped like a little car. It was a Cozy Coupe! It was sitting in the front yard of a neighbor and, to top it off, the car was smiling at me. I immediately had to take a picture. It brought back a flood of memories.
It’s a cold March morning here in Virginia and I am listening to music. I love music! Love it! I really love all genres of music. So, have you ever heard that song “Come to the Altar” by Elevation Worship? “Come to the Altar” is such a blessing to me each and every time I hear it. What does that mean though? Come to the Altar? Which altar? I don’t have an altar, or so we think.