It’s quiet in here and smells like kale chips and fresh clothes. And although my dinner set off the fire alarm {as my nightly Kale Chip dinner does often}, and laundry is nearly my least favorite thing to do, this humming quiet of the dryer and my tapping makes me remember; I have a good life. I have an incredibly good life containing good friends, family and provisions. And an incredibly good God to praise for that.

What if we stopped listening to the leading of voices on worship tunes and started singing our very own praise. You know, we didn’t force a Jesus I love you out of our mouth but literally thought of what God is worthy of OUR very own, made up worship and praise for!? What does it sound like? To me, it sounds like tapping and humming. Like gloriously pure, sweet love touching hands the first time. Every time.

What about you?