Shout to the Lord

My love grows deeper and deeper everyday.
I could not contain myself in this morning's message.
Scrambling for a writing utensil, these words swiftly met an extra of an offering envelope.

Tears of joy made detours down the sides of my nostrils as they re-routed themselves to their destination of my lap.

Tingles. Pure joy. Gratitude. And then one of my happiest of smiles took up residency on my face.

God is great.

I got that joy, joy, joy that lives down in my heart. Where? Down in my heart.

And if the devil doesn't like he can sit on a tack. What? Sit on a tack.