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This week we continue to lean into the heart of the Father through the lens of music. We’ll take a look at the poetry-style lyrics and listen to the melody for further emphasis. I don’t want to mislead you; I’m merely a writer and, while poetry is writing, the only thing that would qualify me as an occasional poet is the fact that poems can rhyme. You know, roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you-type stuff. Thank God literally, that His faithfulness through the highs and lows of life does not hinge on my ability or inability. I simply want to point you to Him. He’ll take care of the rest. If you’ll let Him.

I’ve been traveling non-stop for the last ten days. If I haven’t been in the air, I’ve gone from ship to land, vice versa, and from one event to another. Finally, a sweet friend and I made it into Norfolk International around 12:15am. Not by choice but rather directed by the airlines (who also let me know my bag is still in Paris). I staggered into my house at 1:30am, finally into bed at 2am. I’m in recovery mode today. Possibly the whole week. Even now, sitting at the counter in my kitchen, I feel the boat swaying.