Learning As I Go: I don’t know Him like she does

Christy Bass Adams Guest Columnist Later than I planned to be, I found my way to the back of the sanctuary. I missed announcements and the greeting time was almost over. I looked over and saw my special friend standing close to me and I gave her a big hug. When the worship songs started, my friend didn’t always know all the words. Her tone wasn’t even close to the pitch of the song either. Sometimes she sang the verses a whole line after everyone else. But none of that mattered to her