Tonight, I ran media for the Sunday Night service. It's (to repeat a tired phrase) pretty lonely up in the booth, with everyone down below. But then the music started. I cannot take any credit for the words below, they belong to another.
But I felt as if God was speaking to me directly.
I will not boast in anything; no gifts, no power, no wisdom.
But this I know with all my heart - His wounds have paid my ransom.
I am a precious and beloved child of the Creator of the Universe. He loves me.
~Lone Butterfly )i(