We are always blessed by going to church.
Sometimes by the message.
Ha. (See what I did there? Church is so much more to us than a pastor’s message.)
For me last week, I was blessed most by a song.
(I didn’t write about last week during nap time because we went to Costco… which you know jacks up the whole day.)
One lyric in the song says, “The sound of heaven touching earth.”
This line kept playing over and over in my head.
I started to think about the sound of heaven touching earth.
What is the sound of heaven touching earth?
Then I started to look around the room.
Like most church-goers, we sit in the same place every week. I love getting to know the people near us more every week and I love looking around at the same faces in their same areas.
I looked at my friends.
Close friends, as well as friends I don’t know very well… yet.
(Because I think everyone is my friend. Even you, my bloggy friends who I have never talked to. I’m insane. But happily insane.)
I looked at their faces and I started to think of their stories.
The laughter I have shared with many most of them.
The amazing things they are doing with their lives.
The tragedies some have faced.
Joy.
Healing.
Redemption.
Then I heard it.
The sound of heaven touching earth.
Here’s the song, hope you are as blessed as I was by listening.