Reflections

After spending an evening with the Chevier family singing songs and worshiping God with Grandpa I can honestly say my faith is not where it should be. I want to have faith like Grandpa to sing at the top of my lungs surrounded by my family at the end of my life. To be able to praise and worship God when going through pain and knowing the end is near. To thank God when I know my time with my family is almost over. I want faith like that. I want to praise God through the valley of death and know my family will do the same when I'm welcomed into God's presence. That's faith lived out.

I put my hope in you
I lay my life in the palm of your hand
I'm constantly drawn to you O Lord
In ways I cannot comprehend

It's the creator calling the created
The maker beckoning the made
The bride finding what she's always waited for
When we find ourselves that day

In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O the weary find rest in you

It's no secret that we don't belong here
though set apart by the grace of you
We look for the day when we go to a place
Where the old become brand new

In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O the weary find rest in you....

Where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O we will find rest in you
~Mercy Me: In You