Doubtless, we've all been scurrying around preparing for the trip.
I look at everything in my home and at stores through the lens of "can/should I bring that to Haiti?"
I've been fighting the very American attitude of buying and acquiring = preparedness.

In my packing and readying, I needed to pull out a few songs for our team's worship sessions.
It seemed like a passionless, route part of my to do list: copy the songs, and play through all of them once for practice.

But I found myself crying as got to the words of this song...

But the harder I try the more clearly can I feel
The depth of our fall and the weight of it all
And so this might could be the most impossible thing
Your grandness in me making me clean...

...So here I am, all of me
Finally everything
Wholly, wholly, wholly
I am .... wholly Yours

'Guess it wasn't just part of my to-do list.

1 comments

Charlie on June 30, 2008 at 2:58 PM  

all is good with cricket and ransom Mom