Right now I’m on the road, heading for Owen Valley Christian Fellowship to lead worship with a great group of people (including the world-famous locally known ok just a really good guy Scot Longyear thankyouverymuch). You can follow our antics here on Twitter.
We’d appreciate your prayers this morning as we seek to glorify not ourselves but the God we serve and live for.
What’s on your agenda for today?
That’s Rachel pictured with her son Garrett.
Rachel went home to Jesus tonight.
She was 36 years young.
Cancer won this battle.
But we know Jesus beat death a long time ago.
Because of that, we can rejoice.
We rejoice because we’ll get to see Rachel again someday.
We rejoice because she’s sluffed off this mortal coil.
No more cancer. Only victory.
Over the past four years fall has been marked by attending marching band contests to watch Kelsie do her thing. This is her senior year of high school (and she’s graduating early, no less) and, while she’s a back sideline conductor this year, it’s no less exciting to see the Northview Marching Knights in action.
How do you mark fall? What memories do you have of years past, and what are you taking part in now to make memories?
So, you want to know how to be the hands and feet of Jesus? Check out this story over at Scot’s blog, resonate, for an eXchange’rs story of how they decided to trust in Him to provide.
out of the corner of my eye – a woman on her cell phone – two teenage kids standing in the line – kids heads down – mother tearing up – I know what’s happening – checkout lady patiently waiting – no, actually clearly frustrated and angry she has someone in line that is not moving through like everyone else – I wait at the door – standing there silently – hesitating multiple times – do I do something – can I do something – surely with her being on the phone with her bank, the money will get transferred – I can go on with my life – do I trust him ….. I am willing to step out to help after God clearly put her and her kids in my path – should I do something – anything – how much is it – 30, 50, 70 dollars – do I trust him ….. – I look at the register – 120 dollars – tears roll down her face – she leaves the store in total embarrassment – humiliated – scared – I can’t leave – I stand there for another 10 seconds – I’m being tested – am I his hands and feet
Head over to Scot’s blog to get the rest of the story. This FIRES. ME. UP!
