Music and Grace

Well, today, once again, I went into work with my father and sister. It was a great time, even though I was really tired all day. I got paid for the yesterday and today, so that is always something to be thankful for. Something big that I saw God in today was music. My dad turned on his "Rush" in the car, and we rocked out. It was so interesting to hear "The Necromancer", "Natural Science", and some others, all of which have their own themes and stories. I am so grateful for all different types of music because of all the joy that it brings so many different people. There are so many different kinds that even I listen to, and ever song is so unique and different. It's just great!

The Garfield comic of the day features John wondering if anyone will remember him once he's gone. That's something that I wonder daily. I hope that people remember me for all of the joy that I've brought them, and all the good things I've done; however, I find myself constantly worrying that maybe I haven't done enough. A glimpse of God that I see everyday is that of GRACE, which reminds me that everything I do, as long as it's for God's glory, is good. His GRACE is always enough, and I don't have to worry about the future.

His GRACE will always be enough, through all ages~
Carly

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