Other than waking up to God strongly suggesting that I go to church with my husband, I'm a little fuzzy on the exact sequence of this morning's events.
Let's just say that between the time we arrived and liturgy began, I somehow ended up singing with the choir. Singing soprano! Singing Rutter's "Look at the World" for the offertory! Wearing an outfit!
Don't I look happy?
I was! And many hours later, I still am, even though I had to leave the outfit at church.
