one language

I took Jonah to the Latta Plantation today to have some fun, eat lunch, and see some horses. When we got out of the car to walk to our picnic site I heard loud Spanish music. At first I thought it was some sort of a concert, but then I realized it was a church service. It was so moving to see a group of Christians, just like me, singing and worshipping our God by the water....even though they were speaking another language. I heard a lot of hallelujahs and saw a lot of hands raised toward Heaven. I was in tears as I watched them and thanked God that we have the privilege to live in a country that allows us to worship Him anywhere!