Thank God for family and friends that makes you feel special.
Birthday lunch treat at Marco Polo
This song resurfaced in my mind.
It's our confession, Lord that we are weak
So very weak, but You are strong
And though we've nothing, Lord
To lay at Your feet
We come to Your feet
And say, "Help us along"
A broken heart and a contrite spirit
You have yet to deny
Your heart of mercy
Beats with love's strong current
Let the river flow, God
By Your Spirit now, Lord we cry
"Let your mercies fall from heaven
Sweet mercies flow from heaven
New mercies for today
Shower them down Lord, as we pray"
I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights I’m gaining every day; Still praying as I’m onward bound, “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.” —Oatman
