wooden shoes and windmills

3.4.05

i long for that day when the praises never cease

Worship. Adoration. Honour. Thanksgiving.

This evening, as I was praising Jesus and feeling so very thankful for a voice to sing with and arms to raise, the tinyest hint of envy crept into my mind as I thought of Pope JP II who was worshiping at the feet of his Creator at that very moment. A very little thought of "not fair" quickly overshadowed by thoughts of "Wow! How very cool!" ran through my mind as I worshiped, and in my mind's eye was a picture of my own eternity worshiping my Dad in Heaven. I long for that day when the praises never cease and every knee remains bowed before God. WHAT A DAY THAT WILL BE!
|| Heather, 23:02

2 Comments:

Hey Heather! Where are you working these days? I was thinking of you with all of Amanda's posts from Huntington Beach! Mars' Hill memoirs... that was a great time at your place. :)
Anonymous Jules27, at dinsdag, april 05, 2005 10:38:00 AM  
Hey Heather! I was also thinking of you after you left me a comment! Too bad about the early exit from Holland. Hope you're well in California and keep praising!
Blogger smatt315, at dinsdag, april 05, 2005 4:33:00 PM  

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