I have a confession…

There is something that I am afraid of and I feel like it is really keeping this blog, my writing from being all that it could be…and y’all are going to say what you want, but I have to tell you…

I am afraid of…

Quoting scripture…

Petrified…

Not afraid that people will stone me, or disapprove, but that

I will have it all wrong!

That I will have managed to find the verse in the wrong bible,

And I will give the wrong book,

The wrong chapter,

The wrong verse.

It won’t mean what I think it means.

On a moment by moment basis, I am certain the same thing applies to the Glad Text cards I make. I’m just certain I have it all wrong...

I enjoy so much when others share a bit of wisdom, words of comfort, of joy and praise, even of rebuke. 

God’s word is such a treasure. I love when folks post scripture on Facebook. The only place I don’t enjoy it is on people’s license plates – how I am I supposed to drive and look that up!!!

It is one thing to quote someone, even someone famous and get it wrong, and it is another to quote God and get it wrong!

But, anyway…So now you know…and I still don’t feel any better about it.

Wrong Word Wednesday

On Thursday I went to school, it was shut down, it was closed down, so I broke through it,

I went home on Tuesday to a big pond
On Monday I broke my knee                                                              Grace, 4

It is wrong word Wednesday and I have no song...oh in my mind there is a running list, but I cannot thing of one. Maybe it is because someone this morning filled my head with “My Name is Luka”, but either way, I have no song of my own.

But I do have a blog post!

My little Grace is loves music – she loves singing, dancing, listening to music, rhyming.  She sings everything. She is learning new songs every day, but sometimes she gets them not quite right. For example, this week she has been singing about “The B- I – Lee – L – Lee” (the B-I-B-L-E) and she loves to sing about marching in the “calorie” (the cavalry).

She loves to make up her own songs, too. The lyrics above are from this morning. And as nonsense as they sounded to me, she repeated them to me several times. It makes me wonder what the nonsense in my heart sounds like to God.

I love to listen to her sing. She doesn’t hold back, she doesn’t know to worry about how she sounds, she just sings with her WHOLE heart.

Whatever the words are... I want to sing with my whole heart...