The music pulses through the floor and the song fills the sanctuary. A loud voice catches my attention. Loud and completely tone-deaf. I glance over, curious and see a teen, maybe 18 or 19. He’s jumping and singing from the very depths of his soul. Completely out of tune, but the song rises from his toes and comes out in jubilant bubbles of adoration and worship for his king. He shouts it. It’s barely a song anymore. “You’re a good, good father. It’s who you are. And I’m loved by you. It’s who I am. It’s who I am. IT’S WHO I AM!” He’s got a smile on his face and he knows. He’s confident. That’s his identity. He’s loved.
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Clare
4/27/2015 06:02:39 am
Wow . . . That's cool.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
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