Once again I look upon the cross where You died

You don't really realize how much you take your language for granted until you're not able to hear it or speak it everyday.

We went to church this morning. It's a Baptist church. It was alright. Nothing like what I'm used to at COTR (or FWC for that matter) and I almost cried because I missed it back home so much. But "You are who You are, no matter where I am" and I know that He is honoured no matter which language we speak to Him in. There were a few songs this morning that were the same as English worship songs (Great is Thy Faithfulness, Were You There When They Crucified My Lord) so I would start singing them in French (we were given the words) and then switch to English halfway through. It's difficult to abandon yourself in worship when you're not familiar with the words and you have to read them off the screen.
Rachel and I returned there this evening. There were more songs that we knew from the English versions (Refiner's Fire, Come Now is the time to worship, Once Again, and a few others that will come to me after I post this).

The best part of tonight was when we got there.

We sat down on the hard, wooden pew. The band stopped practicing. Other music came over the sound system as people filed in. I recognized it. They played English music!! Praise You in this Storm, Hosanna, .. it was beautiful to hear. We just sat there and sang and had our own little worship session. I was reminded of the cross and its power and how we are the ones who put the nails in His hands. I was reminded of how we were the ones who wanted to build up our name so much that we reached God and God had to put different languages in our mouths in order to fulfill His commands. I was reminded of how God has called us His children and His disciplines those He loves. He treats us as a true Father.

I just want to feel closer to God. It's actually been amazing how He's continuously given me strength this week. I want to thank you for all your prayers. He's the King, no matter where I am in the world. It's His universe, His Earth, His France, His Canada. I'm just His servant that He's promoted to daughter. His love is grand, bigger than we can understand. How wide, how long, how high and how deep it runs. Wider than the span of the Earth's sphere, longer than the expanse of the universe with all its stars and galaxies, higher than we can see into the sky and deeper than we could ever descend into the sea, even with the most advanced technology. That's the God that's watching over you and I, never sleeping.

Turn on a worship song right now - whichever one is your favourite - and spend some time worshiping our God in your own language.