Screaming teeny-boppers aside, the David Crowder concert last night in Queens was pretty rockin'. Not as much of a worship-y evening as I had hoped, but still ... sometimes all you need is a good knee-slappin' blue-grassy hoedown ending to an evening. I know Mabel was in hog heaven over that.
Reverberating in my head still (in addition to the resonating bass still echoing as a result of sitting near the amplifiers): don't waste your life on anything but the Lord. Ain't that the truth ...
And ... the admonition to remember ...
You are my joy
You are my joy
You are my joy
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