I cry so easily now when I get overwhelmed by the goodness of God.
I’ve been sitting on Kruses porch this morning trying to summarize thoughts about India into a two-page letter while listening to “Your Love is A Song” by Switchfoot (lyrics below). And I did it again. Cried that is. What else can I do when I stand in the face of someone so powerful and so worthy, yet someone who cares to take everything he is and tend to my heart with such gentility and patience and such stubbornness to refuse to let me remain as I am?
Ooh, your love is a symphony
All around me, running through me
Ooh, your love is a melody
Underneath me, running to me
With my eyes wide open
I’ve been keeping my hopes unbroken…