I missed you in worship this morning.
I missed the voice God blessed you with singing His praises.
I missed your arm around me.
I missed you reaching for my hand during the closing prayer.
You missed a combined service and no Bible class.
You missed a loose piece of communion bread. :)
You missed ice chunks breaking off the steeple and tumbling down the roof during a prayer, of course.
You missed a very good lesson on how everything belongs to God.
37 hours down, 275 to go. I love you!
****For everyone else, I promise I’ll quit moping and write something actually worth looking at in the next few days.