Friday, June 09, 2006

14/365

Playing the bongos in our last worship time together. Knowing the safety of my Fathers arms around me as I rest on him. Grinning inanely because there is no-where else to go to, run to or hide in. Grinning because he really does know the depths of my heart, and yet he does not leave. Grinning because it's cool to hit things in time and make songs come alive. Grinning because I know the One who invented rhythm.

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