Blessed Relief...

Just wanted to pop in and say that I am feeling SOOOOO much better. As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I was praying 1) for my hubby and 2)that I would would have a better attitude and soon get some relief from the stupid, throbbing pain. (Warning: a bit of grossness to follow - you might want to skip to the next paragraph!) When I woke up this morning, I noticed a strange taste in my mouth - it seems the infection decided to create its own exit under the crown. After some vigorous tooth brushing and much spitting, I seriously feel like a new woman. It's still sore and I still can't open my mouth very far, but the throbbing has virtually disappeared. Now I know I can hold on until the root canal on Thursday... Thank you, Lord, for your continued grace to this tired, grumpy wimp! And I must say my attitude is much better, too.

In other relief news, I am very thankful to report that my hubby has landed after his 6,500+ mile flight. He called just to say that he arrived; he sounded exhausted and was heading to the hotel. Probably won't get to talk to him again until tomorrow, but I'm happy to know that things have gone well thus far. Another thank you, Jesus!!

I'm listening to Chris Rice while doing some minor pick up (yes, our house is approaching a non-humiliating state once more), and wanted to share "And Your Praise Goes On" along with a photo I took of the sunrise at the beach last year.

The moon is high and the sunset fades

The lullabies have all been sung

We’re tuckin’ in another day

And stars appear now one by one

But the stillness moves and the silence yields

And not a single beat is lost

You can hear the chorus in the fields

Taking up where we left off

And Your praise goes on, rising to Your throne

Where You guard us while we dream

Past the stars they fly,

Your praises fill the sky

‘Til You wake us with the dawn

And Your praise goes on

Now bring your warmth, O morning sun

Chase the stars and the moon away

And wake us with your brightest song

And add our voice to your refrain

Now rise up everything that lives!

Flap your wings and leap for joy!

Oh forest lift your arms and sway!

Clap your hands you ocean waves!

And Your praise goes on, rising to Your throne

Where You bless our toil and play

Through the clouds they rise,

Your praises fill the skies

‘Til the setting of the sun

And Your praise goes on

And when my final breath You lend

I’ll thank You for the life You gave

But that won’t mean the praises end

‘Cause I won’t be silenced by the grave!

And Your praise goes on

I’ll be runnin’ to Your throne

With every nation, tribe and tongue

To Your arms I’ll fly

I’ll gaze into Your eyes

Then I’ll know as I am known

And Your praise goes on

And Your praise goes on

And Your praise goes on