I love Sunday morning worship. Sometimes when we praise together, it seems as if the ground is shaking because the church is sending roots underground. And those roots make runners that sprout up above in places far and near, producing fragrant flowers that will unfold in hearts and homes of those we pray for, in places that long for peace, in places that desperately need light, blossoms that will drop seeds on ground where prayer tills and tears water. And the Lord makes it grow on earth as it is in Heaven.
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