Earlier at youth I was thanking God for being so big. I told him that I loved that about him--that he was not confined to a certain country, race, age, or language. I told him that I loved being able to worship him in spanish, and that for me, its a totally different experience than in english. Not better, not worse--just perfect within its own beauty. I realize that not everyone is as passionate about spanish as I am--in fact, I have yet to meet anyone who is. I probably drive my family crazy! Especially Erin. I sing worship songs in spanish to her ALL the time, and I'm nearly positive it drives her crazy. But goodness, it excites me so much to be able to worship God through a talent he has blessed me with. It gives me such a sense of...fullness, like at that particular moment, when its just me and God and whatever spanish I might be able to talk to him in, and it seems so perfect. Like I'm right where I'm supposed to be.

me viniste a rescatar

Oh, I love how Jesus captures my heart, and I love how he can do it through other things I enjoy! Awhile back I posted a blog about the song "Came to My Resue" by Hillsong...I love that song--especially the verse I had highlighted. Well, on Sunday night, while I was taking a break from schoolwork, I was looking for new Christian spanish artists to add to my collection, and I came across an album Hillsong had released COMPLETELY in spanish. "Came to My Rescue" was on there, and the first thing I thought was "NO. WAY!!" Sho nuff...

So, now that I've learned it, it's been stuck in my head all day! I'm gunna be the weirdo at youth that sings it in spanish while everyone else sings it in english. Lol...

Oh well. I love spanish so much! Earlier today David called me an "uh-oh coconut"--white on the outside, brown on the inside. Hahahaa