God's ways are not my ways.
After snowstorms, it is good to be spontaneous at least twice.
I wish I played violin.
Wherever you are, be all there. - Jim Elliot
What if the pastor, instead of preaching from the pulpit tomorrow, came down, sat on the edge of the stage, kicked his heels against it, and actually talked to you like you were people he knew? (This won't happen at my church because we're having a visiting preacher tomorrow).
To God be all glory.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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