SP Conference, Part Two

I often found myself reduced to tears for many different reasons this weekend. Sometimes it was from that validation of what God had already been speaking to me. Other times, it was profound moments that I was humbled to be allowed to witness. Moments such as an older man brought to tears by the worship, sitting down with his head in his hands, shaking with tears, and his wife with her arms around him. Or the crooked elderly gentleman sitting in the back; no words sang from his mouth, but his eyes were closed and his arms were gently raised as high as they would go, glorifying his King. Or the portly fellow in front of us who looked as if he couldn't move very quickly if he wanted to, but his body quivered and shook with a dance of joy and worship. The Lord has a way with each of us, making us into much more than we can ever imagine.