Lost in the speakers

Sunday night I headed down to street church ready to help out and have an awesome time (as usual). I was full of expectation. As the evening started to get underway I sat down in the corner behind the speakers waiting for my turn to sing. As I waited I began to look around. I soon found myself overcome with emotion watching all the friends we have made from the street. I watched Sandy dance, Uncle Herman tapping his foot to the music with a grin on his face, and so much more. I was watching so many lonley, hurting people finding comfort and acceptance here. Thinking began to turn into praying and as I was sitting there I was filled with thankfulness. I said a prayer for all the lost and forgotten, I said a prayer for the dedicated, loving volunteers. I asked God to continue to bless what we are doing here in our town. Scott motioned for me to come up and sing but I knew that if I tried you'd all be listening to a blubbering rendition of Johnny be good! That definitly would not make good dancing music! It's funny I came full of expectation and yet I was not able to get up and do what I usually do. I sat the whole time! I guess this time I was called to pray while lost in the speakers.

Caleb's song of the day

"....la,la,la there is a man in space,who's name is God, la,la,la......"

makes me wonder what his perception of God is, hmmm. perhaps we'll spend a little longer doing devotions tonight.

Life is a musical

My youngest son began tap dance lessons this year. I had no idea when i signed him up how perfectly this art form fit his personality. He taps eveywhere he goes, feet flying, arms flailing and just recently he has began singing (vibrato and all!) creating a very amusing, constant performance. Last sunday he tapped into the living room, raised his arms and sang (in the most operatic voice possible for a 5 year old) "Let's carve our pumpkinnnns!!!" I so enjoy his take on life. Yes, according to Caleb life is a musical.