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my favorite

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(backstage view)

Recently I was able to attend the Thirty One national Conference with my husband while he played in the conference band.  Traveling to conference is a highlight of our year.  Time away as a couple, with good friends, and talented musicians always brings the refreshment we need.    We eat, we laugh, the guys play music, we laugh a lot more – good times, for sure!     (Plus we were able to do a lot of other cool stuff!  I even saw my bestie of 20+ years while we were in Salt Lake City – but that’s another post all on its own!)

I love seeing my husband thrive in this environment, it makes my heart happy!  In this setting, at some point in the conference, there is a time of worship and  these guys lead thousands of women singing about Jesus.  My already happy heart just swells to the point of bursting.  It is unforgettable!  In fact, this morning I’ve been listening to my favorite song that they sang this year on repeat, recalling all of those women’s voices singing truth!

Sons & Daughters
by Brett Stanfill

Before He spoke creation God of heaven knew our name
Formed in His reflection we are His glory on display
His heart is good
He is always kind
With the cross He proved
He is on our side

We are the sons, we are the daughters of God
no matter where we go we’re close to the Father’s heart
And though we stumble He will not let us fall
We are the Lord’s & He will never forsake His own
We are the sons, we are the daughters of God

His love He lavished on us & called us children of the King
In His loving kindness He choose the lowly & the weak
His heart is good
He is always kind
With the cross He proved
He is on our side

And when he lies speak louder than the truth
Remind me I belog to You
And when I can’t see past the dark of night
Remind me You’re always by my side

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the guys, officially known as the Scott Monroe band.

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pre-session music, as the arena fills up.

 

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