I have a great cloud crowd.

Yesterday in church, we sang one of my favorite worship songs, Agnus Dei. [Which I just learned is Latin for “lamb of God”. That rules.] Here’s a great video of Third Day and Michael W. Smith singing the song, if you don’t already know it.

[And I’m going to take this chance to totally point out my friend Aimee at the 2:01 mark. She and Stephanie are gonna kill me, but I can’t help but wave at the screen when their pretty faces go by.]

Back to the story. As we sang, “Holy, holy, are You, Lord God Almighty” yesterday at Midtown, I saw about forty-five images flash before my eyes.

[Wait. I’m not about to tell you some freaky somethin’ or another. Not literally forty-five, I’m an exaggerator. Obviously. But what I mean is that I had one of those moments when I thought about a lot of things at once. Know what I mean? Alright, as you were.]

My hands were both raised, and as I sang, I thought about how the Bible says that the angels are always saying the same thing- “Holy Holy Holy!” and I thought about heaven.

And then I thought about the fact that both my grandmothers are now in heaven.

And then I pictured myself standing before Jesus, hands in the air, and singing to Him, “Worthy is the Lamb!” and in my mind’s eye, I pictured my grandmothers on either side of me, worshiping right along with me.

Not hunched over. Not full of pain. Not even really old. Just Kath to my left and Ma to my right.

And then I thought about this scripture:

Hebrews 12:1

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”

It makes the issues of the day, the hurts of yesterday, the fears of tomorrow, seem smaller. Less significant. Less powerful.

When you know that your great cloud of witnesses includes some of the finest ladies you’ve ever known, it makes this race just a little bit easier.

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