Choosing gratitude yesterday when . . . .
Driving home from grocery shopping, crunched for time, music blaring, and I look in the rear view mirror to see my Aidan and Avery singing with all their might. The song? Jesus Paid it All.
Jesus paid it all
All to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow.
And then their voices hush. They simultaneously gaze out the window as the Columbia River zips by, a blue-grey ribbon twisting through the gorge, bordered by dazzling splashes of orange and yellow. Their eyes have carried them away. Yet their lips still move, silently proclaiming the everlasting truth:
Oh praise the One who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead.
My heart swells. Thank you, Lord. I continue to choose gratitude.