I'm trading my sorrow

I'm trading my shame

I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord

I'm trading my sickness

I'm trading my pain

I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord

And we say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord

Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord

Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord Amen

I'm pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned

Struck down but not destroyed

I'm blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure

And his joy's gonna be my strength

Though the sorrow may last for the night

His joy comes with the morning

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Christmas break is all about family. That's the thought keeps going through my head. 

We sit at the dining room table together, whether or not we're eating dinner. Last night I came home with some friends and looked at the dining room table and there were the 4 little kids sitting, doing homework or drawing pictures. I'll wake up in the morning and get ready and get on my computer, right next to dad and his "office" there's something about just sitting next to each other. Most of the time we don't talk or have a regular conversation...it's just knowing we're in the same room as each other. it's, comforting.