Saturday I snapped pictures of the Grand River out the corner windows of our hotel room on the ninth floor. Then my husband donned his black tuxedo with the gray vest. I slipped into a little black dress and rhinestone-sparkle heels. We walked under two-ton crystal chandeliers that hung from a gold leaf ceiling, past the fountain, up the stairs, and into the ballroom where we found our places at table 8.
It was the night of the annual company kickoff and awards presentation, a time to reflect and look forward, a time to celebrate temporal success.
It was a night to laugh and to cry.
It was a time to worship.
Continued at BibleDude…
Still,
Sandy
And a lovely time to simply be.
🙂 We get to do it again in a couple of weeks–my husband covers compliance in two different office.
Such widely different looks at grace…oh, my.
http://joannempotter.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-howling-dark-of-sin-and-chris.html
And all under the same cover of grace.
Oh I so know this sense of disjointed extremes. Not knowing how to handle this because it’s so different from that. Lately I’ve been thinking, how can I sit here comfy under my blankets knowing that there are Syrian children hiding in caves without any winter clothes at all? But you’re right it’s not about that. It’s about celebrating what God gives us and just simply celebrating God… thanks
Simply celebrating God.
Celebrating.
Simply.
And counting the gifts.
And remembering that we have such a narrow perspective.
Thanks so much for coming by, Kati.