"...mais maintenant, je vois."
Woke up after what will probably be my last Blind Horse night & headed to the A.L.I.V.E. church @ SWU. "Amazing Grace" came on the radio, & as always, it hit my heart [those of you who know me know that William Hung could sing that song & it would still hit my heart].
I suck it up and walk into church all by myself [ah, the moments where you feel the most single and alone], and we start singing some of my favorites. I'm so parched from a night of boot scootin' that I'm wondering if I can even keep singing. God is so funny. A water bottle rolled down the aisle and right to my foot. The singing continues.
They introduce the next song, and in celebration of international missions' week, they announce that it will be sung in different languages. What else would it be but "Amazing Grace" in French. I couldn't stop crying. I realized that the last thing I was at that point was alone.