After a weekend that can only be described as College Football Overload (CFO for short), our little family is spending Labor Day with my parents. They drove over yesterday afternoon, and we’ve managed to work in some quality time at Steinmart (Mama and me), some quality time at the bookstore (Daddy, D and our little guy) and some quality time with homemade mac and cheese (all of us).
And apparently – at least judging by the level of congestion I woke up with this morning – I’ve also managed to work in some quality time with the plague. I was unaware that the plague and I had been hanging out AT ALL, really, so color me surprised.
Anyway, yesterday at church we sang a song called The Stand by Hillsong, and in the midst of all the activities of the last 24 hours, I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. Not even during the quality time with homemade mac and cheese. And that is saying something, my friends.
If you have a few minutes to read the lyrics as you listen, I think that the Lord will use the words to bless your heart. They sure blessed mine.
Happy Labor Day, y’all.