I know, I know, it’s nothing new for me to cry during worship, or anywhere else, but this was just so…so… eye opening to me, I couldn’t contain my tears.  Paula and I worshiped with the Prestoncrest church of Christ in Dallas this morning. We were there because Prestoncrest was having a special introduction of, and prayer for, the babies who had been given to the young couples of the congregation, by God. Ranger Lee Johnston was one of those babies, and he just happens to be our youngest grandchild. So we worshipped God this morning with Ranger, his mom, Miranda, and his dad Chad, and it was just so wonderful. But it didn’t stop there. Our son Josh, and his family, were there too.

So here’s what took place. During the service Prestoncrest has a time of prayer that is designed to get folks together to pray with each other over their individual needs. All of us were asked to stand, and if we wanted to go and pray with a certain brother or sister, we could go find them, and pray with them. While this is happening the congregation sings. I didn’t know the song that was being sung, and I didn’t go find anyone to pray with. Instead, as I got wrapped up in the moment, I looked to my left, down the row, and what I saw there touched me deeply. Standing next to me was my son Josh, and next to him his beautiful wife Amber, next came Major their five year old son, then Mary Alice, their first child, she is seven. Beside her stood Paula, holding Milla, Josh and Amber’s four month old daughter. Miranda our daughter came next in line holding three month old Ranger, and next to her was her super husband Chad. As I absorbed that perfect vision, it came to me just how richly blessed I am. There, standing beside me were the true riches entrusted to me by God…and I cried. Tears of joy, tears of thankfulness, tears of unworthiness. Thank You, God.

Till next time.

Grump