Praise Our God

Praise our God, all peoples, let the sound of his praise be heard; he has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. — Psalm 66:8-9

Let everything that breathes praise the Lord.

He has preserved my life.

He has prevented my feet from slipping.

And he has provided me with every good thing.

Today I go for my MUGA scan to make sure my heart is still okay after all of the chemo.

Lying still during each scan gives me a chance to sing silently to God.

To thank him for all he's done. 

Here's our church choir several years ago. I'm the last one on the right. This was when I still had hair.  Actually, I still have a light baby fuzz all over my head and I still have some eyebrows and lashes. 

What a surprise.

Praise our God.