I know you've had some troubles in this life. I know sometimes the road gets so long. But I know our God is walking right with you, yes he is. And he'll give you all the strength. Oh yes, He'll give you all the strength. He'll give you all the strength you need, to carry on. So count it all joy, when you're faced with sorrow. Count it all joy, when you're faced with pain. Count it all joy, and a stronger faith will remain. Count it all joy, for this present suffering, can't be compared with the joy to come. Count it, count it all joy. Let us look to Jesus, the author of our faith. Who for the sake of the joy set before Him endured the cross. So let us not grow weary, in the face of discipline. Our father is training us how to win. We know that all things work together, for the good of those who love God. Nothing can ever separate us, from God's mighty love in Jesus. Neither life, nor death, nor angels, things present, or things to come. -"Count It All Joy" Choir Tour 09
Reflecting back on that week, I learned that God can use you, even if you don't want to be used. So many days, I just felt like crashing after long days on the bus, but we had to do concerts. Every church was such a blessing, and it was great to see what a blessing we were to them. Voices of Triumph sang for an old lady who was very sick. We sang, "Every time I feel the Spirit," and she was so touched. By the end of the song, everyone was crying. She said, "When God gives you the gift, USE it." Then VOT starting crying, because to hear her say that was such a blessing. Her spirit was so strong, despite her weakness. God was at work in her. Later that night, her husband came to the concert. The choir sang, "It is Well with my Soul," and everyone who knew could tell that he was telling God that it was well with his soul. That blew my mind, and it was such an inspiration to live everyday, and use the gifts that God has given me. Choir Tour was such a blessing, and the people have a wonderful, and irreplaceable spot in my heart.
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