Psalm 30:11-12 You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can't thank you enough. This blog will be about so many things...but know this, God allows me to bloom where He chooses to plant me! This in some ways will be His story about me...and maybe a few other stories along the way.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Be Still.: Realization from a little operetta...
Be Still.: Realization from a little operetta...: I have a voice lesson every Tuesday at 4:00 pm. My head is often spinning from rushing from one class to another all day and then through tr...
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