tired, but a good tired.....sort of

It's getting late...Russ is in bed, without me again. I always seem to do this to myself. I wait until late to try and do some housework (this time laundry) and then I wear myself out until it's no question...I have to fall into bed. I wish I had Isaac's energy. He's in his bedroom with the lights out, but he's not asleep yet. I hear one of his Wiggles toys blaring away.

I got probably one of the best compliments of my life today, and I owe it all to the Lord. After the 10:30 a.m. worship, I was in the lobby preparing to help in Isaac's class for a few minutes like I always do, and one of the men I see pretty often at church (there are so many people there...I just can't remember names). He thanked me for singing "I Just Want Jesus" with the choir, and then he said it. He said that I reminded him of his all time favorite singer, but that he didn't know if I would know who she was...Vestal Goodman. For those of you out of the southern gospel loop, before her death in late December of 2003, Vestal was known as the "queen of gospel music". She had been in the ministry, singing with her family for ages (I grew up singing along with their records...they were a family favorite)...and, best of all, she had the Lord's spirit constantly fresh and strong, following her every step of the way. To hear her sing or pray, or just speak a few minutes...you felt like God was speaking directly through her (and He probably was!!). Mark Lowry, a christian comedian and singer, once said that when Vestal prayed, God stopped all of the noise in heaven and said "Shhhhhhhhh....Vestal's speaking!". Oh, if only I could keep that close to Him...

Later...