Live your life like God (and the three year old) is in the room.

Today while I was putting a few finishing touches on my research paper, I was blaring Ben Folds over my computer speakers. Ben Folds is a good, no, great artist, but some of his lyrics are explicit. I was in the house alone, so this wasn’t really a problem, no one was offended. The front door opens, and in walks three-year old, sweet little Macy (right before Ben drops the F-bomb.) I quickly switched not only songs, but artist. I blindly clicked, and landed on Chris Tomblin’s See the Morning. Then I clicked the song My Chains Are Gone. I left it there, even after Macy had gone back outside. By the time I got to the conclusion of my paper I was in tears. And there, I realized how far off track I had let myself get. I had been taking everything in my life for granted. Salvation, family, my boyfriend, life itself. I have hurt so many people, too many to name. I am so glad I have a savior who can forget that kind of stuff, after that, what really matters?