God is good.

Like, curling-up-with-a-blanket-and-a-cup-of-hot-chocolate-without-spilling-any kind of good.

So, even when my spine hurts enough to feel like it's practically splitting, I can somehow still smile and say "God is good." how? The power of the Holy Spirit.

When things get bad, all I have to do is simply lean back and count my blessings, and GOSH do I have so many!!! God has blessed me with a fantastic family, awesome friends, the amazing thing called CYT, lots and lots of books, and a nice piano. Not much more in life even necessary.

So, that's my thought today~"the Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord."

We had our high school youth group, EDGE, last night. EDGE is always awesome, but last night was extra awesome. there was this guy there with Special Needs and in a wheelchair named Mark. He was there and kind of alone, so Dannah and I decided to befriend him, and so we hung out with him and stuff.

Then we did worship. It was so powerful to watch him close his eyes and lift his hands and sing every song by memory, a big smile on his face because he was just so thrilled to meet with God intimately. Why can't the Church be as thrilled to meet with God as Mark is? With huge smiles on our faces and filled with joy to spend time with Him?