Last Friday, we had fellowship in the city park with two other families.
It was early in the morning, so there weren't a lot of people there, but there were some.
We set out our blankets, and Doug led us in worship.
Our voices, resonating through the park, made me smile. I thought about people who could hear us and what their thoughts were.
What is that music?
Where is it coming from?
Those people sound happy to be singing.
I know some drew near for a little while to look.
How great to honor Him in a place where He used to be worshipped and will be once again someday.