last night at the gathering, a sunday night 'service' at a church in rocklin, i was thinking while the music was happening that any response i have to my lord is so inadequate. i mean, honestly, can my terrible singing really be praise? my words, my thoughts, my prayers, my songs are. . .are nothing compared to what he did for me. i am so overwhelmed sometimes by the love i am given that i cry. . .because i don't understand it. i am so unworthy, and yet he calls me his own child. i know it's not much, but i give it to you.