By Anita Mondragon
I awoke this morning with a shaft of sunlight piercing my eyes. It was still early, so as I lay there, a song kept playing over and over in my head…. It goes like this:
“When I think about the Lord, how He saved me, how He raised me, how He picked me up, how He turned me around, how He put my feet on solid ground…it makes me wanna shout- Halleluja! Thank You Jesus! Lord, you’re worthy of all the honor and all the glory and all the praise! Yes…it makes me wanna shout!”
I must have been singing that in my sleep, because it was the first thought that came to mind. Read more…
