family picture in front of tennis wall with kids and mom and dad kissing
My family Sunday picture

My man, everyday rocking my world and giving life to my dreams.
Me, sporting the high tops and well… unashamed.
My little man, making my heart burst at the seams. I about can’t handle his big arms and tender heart.
My baby girl, growing into this brilliant beauty soon to be my very best friend.
My Josie, like my coffee… good to the last drop.
I share my life in these squares not to boast of my own doings but only that of which Christ has done and is doing through me.
Me and my God know the cost of these frames. I give Him all the praise and glory. Amen?! Amen.

There’s a song… before you flip on through, read over if you will. It stirs my heart every time. Maybe you can relate.
…the cost of our praise.

“The room grew still as she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
“There’s no place here for her kind”
Still on she came through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before His feet
And though she spoke no words, everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master from her box of alabaster
And I’ve come to pour my praise on Him like oil
From Mary’s alabaster box
Don’t be angry if I wash His feet with my tears and dry them with my hair
You weren’t there the night that he found me
You did not feel what I felt when He wrapped His love around me
And you don’t know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box
I can’t forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sins that had me bound
I spent all my days
And poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box, I thought I found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul with the wonder of His touch
So now I’m giving back to Him all the praise He’s worthy of
I’ve been forgiven and that’s why I love Him so much!!”

Tell me! Do you sing the song of the redeemed?

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