Get a Vision for Your Family – Part 2

Music was whirling around me, my hands lifted, my heart open. Praise and worship is always sweet, but that morning in particular, I needed an extra dose of God’s presence. I glanced over at the screen projecting the song lyrics, and in my eye-line was a young man from the youth group. He was tall, with short, cropped blonde hair. His hands were raised in worship.

And as I watched the young man worshiping God, I felt it drop in my heart that this young man represented what my eldest son would...