worship

All41 dragged me out to the veggie garden for worship with the family. I've been very out of it today because of going to church yesterday, so I really didn't want to. But it's our last free night of summer before school starts for the kids tomorrow.

Oh my goodness! The Interlaken are just about perfect, and I found this ginormous cluster of grapes that were so wonderful. I could barely get my fingers around each grape to pick it from the cluster because they were so squished together in their bounty. I inhaled the whole thing and promptly got a tummy ache. :-p This is the first year that we've had grapes off the Interlaken vine, and I was surprised to find that they taste very much like Concords. Little green seedless Concords. Interesting. I was happy because the vine that we got from the neighbour's is a little green grape as well and I was worried that they were the same variety. But those taste more like normal green grapes.

We had a nice worship and dedication. I was having a tough time, it was difficult to walk all the way to the garden and I wasn't looking forward to going back. I could barely keep my seat still from the pain of sitting. But then, towards the end of the worship I had this moment. I was cuddling Jack and we were singing worship songs acapella. I was overwhelmed by a clear small moment that seemed to last much longer - like a movie slowed down for clarity and then revved up again - of loud purring, a dusty kitty smell, a cool breeze through the desert garden, and my family sweetly harmonizing "Create in Me a Clean Heart". Wow. These are the moments to live for.