Silent Night has long been my favorite Christmas carol. This is the first piece I’ve done strictly a cappella, and I’d have to say, it was a lot of fun. Even though the audio here only has one verse, the sheet music has three verses, so you can do as many as you want when you sing it.
It’s remarkable to me that the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Great I Am, who appeared to Moses in the burning bush, and saved the Hebrew slaves from Pharaoh, sending plagues and seas on the pursuing armies, was born in the humblest circumstance—like the poorest of the poor, with straw laid out in a troff for His cradle. This little child, born anonymously in the most obscure circumstances during the busiest holiday celebrated by the children of Israel, was, in fact, the very God and Redeemer of Israel.
I wanted to catch that in the music, just a little. In what might be considered the chorus version of this piece, where primary children would normally sing, “Asleep, asleep, the Savior in a stall,” I changed things up a bit to match an original melody I used in my arrangement of the hymn, Redeemer of Israel, as if to say, “This tiny child, asleep in the stall, is the very Redeemer of Israel.”
A week ago, Jenni and I learned that our baby, due March 2014, had miscarried. I can’t express in words the kinds of emotions I’ve been experiencing for this last week. The closest thing I can think to say is that our hearts are broken, but our faith is strong.
I’ve been trying to come up with the appropriate arrangement of Count Your Blessings for several weeks, and before last week, nothing I tried felt right. I attempted numerous times to come up with something that worked for me, but it just wouldn’t click. If I can’t get a spark in a piece, I can’t publish it. I just can’t bring myself to do it. If there’s no spark, the arrangement doesn’t leave my computer. That’s what was happening with this one.
Then we got the news.
The first day, I took the day off to be with my family. When things like this happen, the most precious things in life suddenly become even more dear to me. The next day wasn’t easy, but I knew I had to keep going. When I sat down to make another attempt at “Count Your Blessings,” it came so fast and effortlessly that I’m confident I had help. It was so different than all my previous attempts, but this time, it sparked immediately.
As I’m sure you can imagine, I’ve never struggled to record my voice as much I did with this piece. In order to even get through it, I had to force myself to not think about what I’d just been through. Have you ever tried to force yourself not to think about something? Let alone something this big?
Anyway, it got me thinking about the words a bit. How exactly does a cheerful, optimistic person (like I’m always striving to become) deal with tragedy? How do I see the upside, or silver lining, in the loss of a loved one? How do I find happiness in that?
Well, one way, at least, is simply this: to count my blessings. I have the most loving, beautiful wife in the world, and the sweetest, funnest kids in the world. I’ve been blessed with an absolute certainty of the truthfulness of the gospel of Jesus Christ and the eternal nature of the family and life itself. I’m so blessed.
While I’ve been writing music for over 17 years, this week marks four years from the time I put out my first piece of sheet music. If I had known the incredible response the sheet music would have, I would have started putting it out much sooner!
I just wanted to offer my deepest thanks for all you have done to help bring about my dream to become a full-time musician. It’s your purchasing the sheet music that’s done it. I’m not exaggerating when I say that every time you download another piece, it keeps food on my family’s table, and keeps me writing more music.
We’re still working to get above the poverty line (the cliche of the starving artist has become the story of my life), and the road isn’t easy, but your support is a much bigger encouragement than you can imagine. I love being able to bless the world with the gifts God has so generously given. It’s a calling that can be challenging, overwhelming, and so incredibly rewarding. I don’t perform in public very often. You’re the ones carrying the music out to the world. You’re the ones making a difference in the lives of those who hear you play. You’re touching hearts and blessing souls. What a beautiful thing!
Today also marks my 50th piece put to sheet music. If you haven’t been to my homepage lately, take scroll down and look and the fun mix of sheet music listed. I used to get teased at the MTC because I loved the hymns of zion so much. That was almost 15 years ago. I think the Lord was shaping my musical heart even back then.
So again, I just wanted to say thanks. Let’s keep making the world a better, more beautiful place.
One of my favorite quotes is by President Ezra Taft Benson. He said, “Nothing is going to startle us more when we passthrough the veil to the other side than to realize how well we know ourFather and how familiar his face is to us.” (“Jesus Christ—Gifts andExpectations,” in Speeches of the Year, 1974, Provo: Brigham Young University Press, 1975, p. 313.)
I believe that. God is not a distant being. He’s a loving, intimate, and kind Father. He teaches, guides, chastises, and loves us all. Sometimes, like tantruming three-year-olds, we forget that, and think He must hate us because we’ve caused ourselves pain.
But in quiet moments, when we listen, we can hear His voice, whispering that He loves us, and wants to help us become more than what we are. And I think He’s whispering it a lot more often than we may think.
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes find myself frustrated in my efforts to become all that my Father in Heaven wants me to be. There are so many voices, so many messages, so many possible answers to the everyday questions I’m faced with. It’s not that I’m struggling to decide whether or not to do what’s right, but I’m always struggling to know which thing is most right.
Should I be playing with mykids, or studying my scriptures? Should I fix my house or call a neighbor to see how he’s doing? Should I clean myhouse, or spend time with myspouse? Should I do another hour of work to support my family, or help my wife make dinner?
The toughest choices are often between good and good, and though the questions may sound trivial from a distance, they can really be really challenging in the moment. I sometimes wish I could get a quick, straight, yes or no from God. But He doesn’t usually work that way. He’s not just trying to tell me what to do, He wants to help me become what He needs me to be. Because of that, he let’s me decide. He’ll let me know if there’s something important He needs me to do right now, but otherwise, He wants me to make the choices.
Still, I think it’s always good to seek His will, even if the answers don’t come, so that when He does have something specific for me to do, I’m ready to do it. And the more I heed the direction He gives, the more I’ll learn to see as He sees, do as He would do, and feel what He feels.
Lord, be my eyes, words, thoughts, wisdom, home, strength, protection, armor, shelter, power, treasure, joy, and heart. Be exactly what you are: my everything.
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Thoughts have power. They shape our character. They shape our existence. They shape the nature of our being. No wonder we’re encouraged to watch our thoughts, guard them, and direct them for good.
We sometimes picture our minds as being storage spaces, and that we’re constantly sifting through files, gathering, grouping, and organizing information into something that will benefit us in a practical way.
I don’t see thoughts that way at all. Thoughts have no boundaries. They’re not limited by space, time, or possibility. They are like an energy cloud of infinite space and potential. They can create, reform, and change the course of universes. They influence everything, because everything we see is from the paradigm of our thoughts. And we, in physical form, effect the things we see.
But, some may argue, you can’t effect someone on the other side of the world just by thinking about them.
I disagree. You most certainly can. Think about that person enough, with real depth, and you’ll reach a point where you can’t not act out physically on your thoughts. Those thoughts leak out in your actions, words, and eyes, and in your interactions with other people. You are the embodiment of your thoughts. You can change yourself by your thoughts. You can change the world with your thoughts. The more you think on a thing, the more that thing comes into being. Eventually, things happen to effect that one person on the other side of the world. That’s the power of thought. Thoughts determine choices, and choices change the world.
Given enough time and attention, a single thought can alter the course of the world.
How much more effective then, is your thought of the creator of everything you’ve ever seen.
Jesus Christ is a man—a perfect, resurrected, omnipotent, and powerful man, but He is a man. He has thoughts, and His thoughts govern the universe.
And if you, also a human being, think on that eternal being, and connect with Him, your influence over the universe expands beyond anything you might think on your own. The very thought of the Savior, who both created and bought the universe, empowers you to do so much more than you could otherwise do.
You may long for his presence. You may picture His face, the very embodiment of eternity. You may think of His life, His choices, His sacrifice. You may think of His perfection, atonement, and His eternal glory. You may think of your own experiences with Him. You may think of Him daily. But whatever you do, think of Him. The very thought of the Savior has power to shape the universe, for you, for your loved ones, and for the whole human race, now and forever.
Were this the only state of existence—even life itself, filled with such vibrance as it is, would be a tragedy.
But our true selves, the essence of our nature, the spirit that invigorates our flesh, was born of eternal matter, to parents more lasting than the universe itself.
We live on.
We sometimes call death a passing. If death is a passing, it’s like passing a friend in the hallway. First he comes into view, and we acknowledge him, then he passes. He isn’t gone. He doesn’t cease to exist because he is no longer before us. He passes, walks on, lives on.
We sometimes call death a journey. If death is a journey, it’s like a journey from one room into the next. The friend isn’t far simply because she is in the next room. She is still close enough to hear and see, except for a thin wall; a wall that sometimes better resembles glass than concrete.
Some call death a separation. If death is a separation, it’s like stepping back from an embrace. Without physical contact, we may experience loneliness. But even eye contact, one of the most powerful connections, can be maintained at a short, if temporary distance.
Perhaps we’re uncomfortable with goodbyes because deep down, we know there is no such thing. Were it not for the Savior Jesus Christ, all goodbyes would be final. But because of Him, they no longer exist. And for those who choose His path, the reunions will be glorious.
You can get the sheet music or free MP3 of this music on my website.
From Joseph’s 1832 account of the first vision:
“At about the age of twelve years my mind became seriously impressed with regard to the all-important concerns for the welfare of my immortal soul, which led me to searching the scriptures, believing, as I was taught, that they contained the word of God. Thus, applying myself to them and my intimate acquaintance with those of different denominations led me to marvel exceedingly, for I discovered that they did not adorn their profession by a holy walk and godly conversation agreeable to what I found contained in that sacred depository.
“This was a grief to my soul. Thus from the age of twelve years to fifteen I pondered many things in my heart concerning the situation of the world of mankind, the contentions and divisions, the wickedness and abominations, and the darkness which pervaded the minds of mankind. My mind became exceedingly distressed, for I became convinced of my sins, and by searching the scriptures I found that mankind did not come unto the Lord but that they had apostatized from the true and living faith. And there was no society or denomination that built upon the gospel of Jesus Christ as recorded in the New Testament. And I felt to mourn for my own sins and for the sins of the world, for I learned in the scriptures that God was the same yesterday, today, and forever, that he was no respecter of persons, for he was God.
“For I looked upon the sun—the glorious luminary of the earth—and also the moon, rolling in their majesty through the heavens, and also the stars shining in their courses, and the earth also upon which I stood, and the beasts of the field and the fowls of heaven and the fish of the waters, and also man walking forth upon the face of the earth in majesty and in the strength of beauty. . . . And when I considered upon these things, my heart exclaimed, ‘Well hath the wise man said it is a fool that saith in his heart there is no God.’
“My heart exclaimed, ‘All these bear testimony and bespeak an omnipotent and omnipresent power, a being who maketh laws and decreeth and bindeth all things in their bounds, who filleth eternity, who was and is and will be from all eternity to eternity.’ And when I considered all these things and that that being seeketh such to worship him as worship him in spirit and in truth, therefore I cried unto the Lord for mercy, for there was none else to whom I could go and obtain mercy.
And the Lord heard my cry in the wilderness and while in the attitude of calling upon the Lord, in the [15th] year of my age, a pillar of firelight above the brightness of the sun at noon day came down from above and rested upon me, and I was filled with the spirit of God. And the Lord opened the heavens upon me and I saw the Lord.
And he spake unto me saying, ‘Joseph, my son, thy sins are forgiven thee. Go thy way, walk in my statutes, and keep my commandments. Behold, I am the Lord of glory. I was crucified for the world that all those who believe on my name may have eternal life. Behold, the world lieth in sin at this time, and none doeth good, no not one. They have turned aside from the gospel and keep not my commandments. They draw near to me with their lips while their hearts are far from me. And mine anger is kindling against the inhabitants of the earth to visit them according to this ungodliness and to bring to pass that which hath been spoken by the mouth of the prophets and apostles. Behold and lo, I come quickly, as is written of me, in the cloud, clothed in the glory of my Father.’
And my soul was filled with love, and for many days I could rejoice with great joy, and the Lord was with me, but could find none that would believe the heavenly vision.”
(Joseph Smith, “Kirtland Letter Book” [MS, LDS Historian’s Library], 1829–1835, 1–6; the original spelling, punctuation, capitalization, and grammar have been altered to conform to contemporary usage). Also cited in the Presidents of the Church Institute Student Manual, pages 5-6.
After Jesus’ crucifixion, the disciples went their way, wondering, questioning, troubled, and frightened.
Two of them walked the long road to Emmaus.
And it came to pass, that, while they communed together and reasoned, Jesus himself drew near, and went with them.
But their eyes were holden that they should not know him.
How can you walk and talk with Jesus and not even know it’s Him? Wouldn’t you feel… well, something? Wouldn’t there be some sense of something happening? Something great, or meaningful, or deep? Wouldn’t there at least be some kind of burning sensation that something significant was happening?
Yes, there would be. Because there was.
“And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?”
Their hearts did burn.
I’ve felt that before. Not while walking with a “stranger,” but while praying quietly in my room. I also felt it once while serving the Lord in His temple. I felt it once while reading His words. I felt it while listening to His servants. And I’ve felt it while walking alone. In fact, I’ve felt it many many times while doing those things.
The men that walked with Him didn’t recognize Him, but they did feel Him. I walked alone, read alone, and prayed alone, yet I still felt Him. I felt that burning even when He wasn’t really there at all.
Then again, maybe He was there. Maybe He was walking with me, speaking to me, writing to me, administering to me, and conversing with me. I suppose it’s my own foolish heart that sometimes convinces me that my experiences are nothing but “idle tales.”
It’s also interesting to me that Jesus, after talking with these men all day, would have continued walking off into the night—except for one thing. They invited Him to stay.
“Abide with us,” they said, “for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.”
Then without the slightest resistance, the scripture reads, “And he went in to tarry with them.”
It was there, in the house, while sharing a meal together, that their eyes were open, and they knew Him.
If I really have been in His presence, with my eyes holden, so I couldn’t see or recognize Him, could it be that the only thing I forgot was that simple invitation?
Get the Sheet Music Life is lived in moments—not in seconds, not in hours, not even in breaths or heartbeats. Life is lived in the moments that we make by our own choices. It’s our conscious effort to see beauty, choose kindness, and reach out in love that we find power in the gifts God has already given us. We can let life happen to us, or we can choose to make moments that better the world around us. We can hug a friend, play with a child, stand for truth through opposition, give a gift, help someone make better choices, develop a talent, say a prayer, offer encouragement, take a walk, look at the stars, share beautiful music, write a letter, learn, offer assistance, and love our families authentically. It’s the simple things that turn life into a grand mosaic of rich experiences. Don’t wait for those moments to come. Go make some now.
Fly is based on the ideas shared in two of my favorite poems on faith. The first is by Patrick Overton, and reads,
When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen: There will be something solid for you to stand upon, or, you will be taught how to fly
The second is by Minnie Louise Haskins, and reads,
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.” And he replied: “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.” So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.
I believe that. And according to the scriptures, “faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.” -Ether 12:6
If you’re responding to an urge that seems to come from a higher source, don’t be afraid to act in faith. What good is success if it doesn’t stretch and empower you? What good is a choice if it doesn’t lift you toward something higher?
When it comes to faith, you don’t need to already know how to fly. You’ll learn that after you take the step into the darkness.Patrick Overton said:
“When you walk to the edge of all the light you have
and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
you must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or, you will be taught how to fly
President David O. McKay said, “The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother”
(quoted from Theodore Hesburgh, Reader’s Digest, Jan. 1963, 25; in Richard Evans’ Quote Book , 11).
“Only the home can compare with the temple in sacredness.”
-Bible Dictionary, “Temple”
“Arthur Gordon shared this story in a national magazine:”
“When I was around thirteen and my brother ten, Father had promised to take us to the circus. But at lunchtime there was a phone call; some urgent business required his attention downtown. We braced ourselves for disappointment. Then we heard him say [into the phone], ‘No, I won’t be down. It’ll have to wait.’
“When he came back to the table, Mother smiled. ‘The circus keeps coming back, you know.’
“ ‘I know,’ said Father. ‘But childhood doesn’t.’ ”
—Arthur Gordon, A Touch of Wonder (1974), 77–78
I would love to have a shirt that says, “Sorry, I can’t come. My kids are growing up that day, and I don’t want to miss it.”
A happy, loving home life involves living each day to the fullest. This is an account related by Thomas S. Monson:
“Elder Monte J. Brough, formerly of the Seventy, tells of a summer at his childhood home in Randolph, Utah, when he and his younger brother, Max, decided to build a tree house in a large tree in the backyard. They made plans for the most wonderful creation of their lives. They gathered building materials from all over the neighborhood and carried them up to a part of the tree where two branches provided an ideal location for the house. It was difficult, and they were anxious to complete their work. The vision of the finished tree house provided tremendous motivation for them to complete the project.
“They worked all summer, and finally in the fall just before school began, their house was completed. Elder Brough said he will never forget the feelings of joy and satisfaction which were theirs when they finally were able to enjoy the fruit of their work. They sat in the tree house, looked around for a few minutes, climbed down from the tree—and never returned. The completed project, as wonderful as it was, could not hold their interest for even one day. In other words, the process of planning, gathering, building, and working—not the completed project—provided the enduring satisfaction and pleasure they had experienced.
“Let us relish life as we live it and, as did Elder Brough and his brother, Max, find joy in the journey.”
Thomas S. Monson, “Treasure of Eternal Value,” Liahona, Apr 2008, 2–7
Let me say up front, I am NOT trying to “attack back.” I fully, entirely understand the view of those who support the idea of same-gender marriage. I don’t want to be unkind in any way. I have loved ones, friends and family, who are gay or lesbian, and I love them dearly. I don’t want to show them the least disrespect, and I hope they understand that I totally empathize with and validate their feelings and point of view.
I also want to say up front that I don’t consider marriage a political issue, and my viewpoint is clearly not a political one. I recognize that. I also realize that many don’t share my beliefs, so I totally understand if you don’t believe or side with anything I say. I am always comfortable agreeing to disagree, and loving, caring for, and defending those I disagree with.
I believe marriage and family are intended to be eternal. I believe this life is only a crude (though essential) introduction to the eternal family experience we are intended to have in the eons to come after it’s over. I believe happiness flourishes best in families, and I believe that the love between spouses is one of the greatest powers for good in this world and in the eternities.
That eternal, ever progressing, eternally procreating family can only take place between a man and a woman.
Every challenge that prevents the opportunity of family union in this life can and will be removed with the completion of our mortal lives. Faithful, Christlike parents who couldn’t have children in this life will be able to have children after the resurrection. Widows and widowers will be reunited with their spouses. Orphaned children will have their parents back, and even parents who lose children will have the opportunity to raise them in the next life.
That eternal nature of families is at the very core of my personal belief system. It’s not just the most fundamental unit of society, but the fundamental unit of eternity. It’s the eternal nature of the human soul.
The beautiful thing about this is that even those who don’t know of those opportunities for eternal family can be given the opportunity beyond the grave, partly because of the loving efforts of people here. Effort is being made worldwide to find and seal families together to ensure their opportunity for these blessings. Eventually, there will be one great link of all children to all parents, going back to the beginning.
So what happens to people who marry someone of the same gender? What happens to their adopted children? What happens to their children’s adopted children when they choose the same path as their parents?
The answer is simple, and sad. The link is broken. Those same-gender couple can’t be an eternal, exalted, and expanding family. I don’t know a softer way to say it. They can’t be sealed as an eternal family. Their marriage can’t be forever. There are answers for those who experience same-gender attraction. They are loved, both by us here and especially by their heavenly father, and they are not forgotten in His plan. (I discussed this in a post a couple years ago, if you want to see more about my view on this.)
I’m concerned for the couples, I’m concerned for their children, and I’m concerned that in all of our political arguments, we’re overlooking the eternal, spiritual side of a very personal, very emotional, and very human issue.
Again, I recognize that not everyone shares my personal convictions. But because I am certain of the eternal nature of the family, it would be cruel for me to keep completely silent. I love these people too much to not speak up. Because of it, I still don’t support gay marriage.
After centuries of watching, waiting, anticipating, sometimes with an almost agonizing hope, and other times with pain and sorrow as we watched our older Brother suffer in preparation for the event—to see Him willingly give His life must have been agonizing, but just like a mother’s joy when her baby arrives, we must have forgotten all the hurt, all the anxiety, and all the pain as He took on His new perfected life.
Can you imagine the party that must have taken place? We’re humans, we like to celebrate. Can you imagine the celebration Father must have had with us?
The beautiful thing about this celebration is that it continues. We mourn at the loss of every loved one. But the Savior’s resurrection opened an eternal gate, guaranteeing every person ever to be born the gift of immortality. The celebration of the resurrection is the celebration of every person we have ever loved, because thanks to Jesus Christ, we will all return to life.
God hears your prayers—every one of them. Just because you don’t always feel it doesn’t mean He’s not listening. He’s always listening.
Usually the struggle comes with recognizing His answers. Sometimes He answers with thoughts or ideas, sometimes through dreams or direct communication. Occasionally He uses coincidences, and often He uses other people. But if you persist, the answers will come. Sometimes it may take an entire “hour of prayer,” but the hour will be sweet, and if you receive an answer, it’s worth it.
If you don’t have faith in your ability to hear and recognize answers to prayer, at least have faith in God’s ability to reach you anyway.
When discouragement, fear, and frustration overtake us; when we turn our hearts away from the truth; when we cover our ears to silence the heavenly whisper; when we pollute our lives with one bad choice after another; at some point we come to realize the hopelessness of our circumstance. At that moment of crisis, when it seems no light can be seen from any horizon, if we call upon God in the desperate hope He’s listening, we discover that the Lord is always, always, closer than we think.
If you’re ever struggling spiritually, take a walk. Look around at the beauty of the world. Notice the grass, flowers, trees, and mountains. Notice the people, birds, and wildlife. Notice the ground and sky. Notice the colors, and the finer, quieter details.
Then say a prayer, as you walk. Thank your Heavenly Father for the beauty surrounding you. Get specific. Thank him for the fragrance of damp flowers, for gentle breezes, and the ever changing canvas that is the painting in the sky.
Then thank Him for your family, home, job, car, talents, gifts, and opportunities. Again, be specific. Walk as long as you can, and spend the entire time thanking Him for things, large and small.
I can promise you that not only will you find more beauty in the world around you, but you’ll find your heart longing to be closer to God. You’ll find your motivation to do what’s right strengthening and expanding.
Then thank the Lord for that.
In doing so, not only will your life get better, but you’ll find others thanking you for the beauty you provide in their lives. In short, you will become more. You will make the world more beautiful.
I used to get annoyed by our national anthem. Seriously? The United States’ #1 chief patriotic theme is about bombs going off, and ends (after all, we only ever sing the first verse, right?) with the question of whether our flag even survived the chaos of battle fire. Just by hearing the song, one wouldn’t know. The question isn’t answered. In essence, the song says, “Last night, at twilight, I could see by the explosions that the flag still stood, but now it’s almost morning.” The end of the final cadence sings, “Does that star-spangled banner yet wave over land of the free and the home of the brave?” Basically, “Did we win? Are we still a free country?”
Done. End of song. Play ball.
Maybe that’s why I had such a hard time coming up with an appropriate arrangement of the piece.
I toyed with the idea of staying true to the bold, triumphant style that is traditional for this song, and which fits the second and third verses well. But I couldn’t do it.
I decided to be fair to the lyrics of the first verse, the one portion of the text that we all know and sing, to that question of, “When the morning comes, will we still be a free country?” So I tried something a little different.
Picture a soldier on assignment, watching the fight from his station, and seeing during the evening battle the periodic flashes of bombs illuminating the flag, but when the lights and explosions stop, the night darkens, leaving the question of victory or loss in the air. Then imagine the insufferable night of worry, of questioning, of insecurity, of fear. What about my land? What about my family? What will happen if we lose? The hours passing in darkness, the fear of even lighting a candle lest it spark more chaos. Did we win? Are we safe now? Does the flag still stand?
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know Jesus was real, but I’ve had a number of experiences that have confirmed that knowledge, again and again.
I think the big discovery for me was that His atonement was for me. It took some soul searching, praying, studying, and conversing with God to convince me that Jesus loved me that much. Others, sure, but me?
Now I can’t get over how incredibly loving, caring, and understanding He is. Seriously, me???
And it’s no fairy tail. All that stuff about Him suffering for my sins, rising from the dead, and being God’s literal son, it’s all real. So real, in fact, that He continues to change lives every day. So real that He continues to change my life–every day. I love Him. Oh, how I love Him!
It’s no wonder He asks much of us. He sees more in us than we can comprehend.