She is beautiful

She is beautiful. Outside for sure. But there is presence…the God kind. It fills her and will not be contained. And you know…

When she sings, listen closely. You can hear heaven.

And you don’t see it. Until she raises her hands in praise. And maybe not even then. One hand did not fully develop.

I can not imagine the tales of her life. The challenges she has known and conquered. But now, I see courage. A well of self acceptance much deeper than my own.

Inspiration. That unexplainable mystery of human passion and the Spirit’s power. So brave a warrior.

She sings Hillsong’s Oceans folding into the other voices.

“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders

Let me walk upon the waters

Wherever you would lead me

And take me deeper than my feet could ever wander

And my faith will be made stronger

By the presence of my Savior”

But when that song crescendos it is her voice. Alone. In the heights. Stillness moves in the middle of communion. Bread and wine, body and blood take truer meaning. And you know she has walked upon those waters.

I am undone by this wonder. I raise my hands in praise with her beautiful, beautiful hands. God must be smiling.

Wonder is all around us. Just waiting its chance. Let it gather you today.