a choir of international students and spouses sang a simple little chorus in chapel on thursday. something about living and walking in the Light. we sang it in English, Spanish, and one of the African languages (I couldn't begin to guess which one).
i cried. not sad tears. happy tears. celebratory tears. it felt so eternal. "every tongue and tribe and nation..." including me, for which i'm thankful. so much bigger than me, for which i am also thankful.
i guess that's all this post is about. the gratitude. i wish you could have been there...
