This morning, after a day spent recovering from illness, I awoke feeling refreshed and suddenly recognized the jubilant sounds of a little bird singing morning praises to the Lord. My arm shot up in worship; acknowledging, like the bird, the one who is my life, my breath, my provision. And the little bird and I joyfully sang: “Father in Heaven, Holy, Holy, Holy is Your Name! My heart longs for Your Kingdom to be upon the earth, and Your heart’s desire be done on the earth, just like it always is in… Read More