Morning start...

I hear the little voice in my head.  I try in vain to bury it beneath the warm covers...it's been a long night.  After its gentle nudging, its grown impatient and its yelling at me like a clanging alarm...

"Get up Laurel...you're gonna miss this!"

I dress, plug in my iPhone music and I'm off. And somewhere after the first hill, I see it.  Stephen Curtis Chapman is playing in my ear. I raise my pointing finger to the sky and sing my heart out.

YOURS

Stephen Curtis Chapman

I walk the streets of London

And notice in the faces passing by

Something that makes me stop and listen

My heart grows heavy with the cry
Where is the hope for London?

You whisper and my heart begins to soar

As I'm reminded

Every street in London in Yours, oh yes, it is

I walk the dirt roads of Uganda

I see the scars that war has left behind

Hope like the sun is fading

They're waiting for a cure no one can find
And I hear children's voices singing

Of a God who heals and rescues and restores

And I'm remindedThat every child in Africa is Yours

And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

From the stars in the sky

To the depths of the ocean floor
And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

You're the Maker and Keeper

Father and Ruler of everything,

it's all Yours

And I walk the sidewalks of Nashville
Singapore, Manila and ShanghaiI b

rush by the beggar's hand and the wealthy man

And everywhere I look I realize
That just like the streets of London

For every man and woman, boy and girl

All of creation

This is our Father's world
And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

From the stars in the sky

To the depths of the ocean floor
And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

You're the Maker and Keeper

Father and Ruler of everything
It's all Yours, God

It's all Yours, God

It's all Yours, God

It's all Yours, God

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Laurel. Be still and know.