It was my late Granddad that taught me this...by example. He was a self-taught musician. No matter what family crisis we would be going through, he still gave his Lord the first hour of his day. Now, it is what I do. Recently, my daughter called me from an ER because she thought that she had a blood clot in one of her legs. It was swollen and she was in a lot of pain. After I got a family "prayer wheel" turning, I got out my guitar and just started worshipping the Lord. The peace that surpasses all understanding swept over me. She called back, later, to report that "all was well." To King Jesus and our loving, faithful Father goes all the glory.
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