My conversation with God is my lifeline on the journey. As the psalmist wrote all those years ago, Because He has inclined His ear to me, I will call upon Him as long as I live (Psalm 116). Our hope, our joy, our glory is lifting our voices to the One on Heaven’s throne. The One who hears, who responds, and whose heart is moved at the sound of our voices.
Available December 27
A fresh recording of My Little One, with Jon Thurlow and the sweet addition of a few new little voices. To mark the completion of our 40 Weeks of Prayer, we’re giving this as a gift to our email friends–sign up to receive this song in your inbox on December 27 and beyond.
So there I am in the night’s wee hours, hearing her wake, and I bend over to look at her in the dim lamplight. Her head turns towards me, her eyes lock with mine, and a smile explodes between her two chubby cheeks.
I melt, just because her eyes looked back into mine.
And I feel God tugging at my heart—the heart of His little girl. And I hear Him ask, “Do you know how I feel when you look up at Me?”read more
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