I will never forget that Sunday at church. It was a little over five years ago, yet it seems like yesterday. It was a day when two words moved me deeply, two words that made every tear I had ever cried worth while.
I was standing in front of the pew singing and worshiping the Lord. It was a holy atmosphere. The music was loud and the songs flowed seamlessly one to another. At times I stood there with my eyes closed as I embraced the Lord’s presence. Other times when my eyes were open I could see people all around me worshiping the Lord in their on way.
As my eyes scanned around at all the people I was sharing this experience with, I looked up and behind the worship team was the choir. There in the choir was my wife Janet. She was singing her heart out with her hands lifted up, caught up in the presence of the Lord. And I knew she loved every second of it.
In that moment tears began to fill my eyes as I thought how wonderful it was to see my wife doing what she loved to do, doing what she was meant to do. I was overwhelmed with thankfulness to see my wife worshiping the Lord, knowing there was a time when I worried I would never see it again. And in a flash my mind raced through some of the things we had been through and how the Lord had saved our marriage. Continue reading