Ryanne Molinari

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Some lyrics I wrote last year- I figured they fit the current liturgical season! Would you be interested in hearing them set to music? I’m not the best solo singer but I could give it a shot. 🙌🏻 Are you team “Hosanna, Loud Hosanna” or “All Glory, Laud, and Honor”? Or…are you team “Ryanne’s haunted mashup” 😬😂 “Because music engages our affections, it can be painful when we don’t love our church’s music. But we’re all called to sing and to lift our voices in wholehearted worship, regardless of the style. Assuming the lyrics are biblical, when we don’t immediately or constantly like our church’s music, we need to commit to participation, preparation, and perseverance. In doing so, we can go beyond musical style to more deeply grasp the heart of worship.“ Snapshots from my first Sunday back after maternity leave. Any guesses why I have a giant “NO” sticky over the Gloria? 😂 Do you know this beautiful hymn? Respond using the poll or comment “hymn help” for the answer! When my son was born, one of his eyes was squished shut while the other was wide open. Mere seconds old, he lifted his head and valiantly sought to take in his new and, I imagine, startling surroundings. He squinted at my face, his lower lip quivering with the effort. Wide-eyed behind my glasses, I stared back, utterly transfixed. Do you know this glorious piece? I’m a huge fan of this transcription by Maurizio Machella. Comment “lent” and I’ll send you the answer and more info! When today’s sermon and your current favorite poem match perfectly. ✝️ Five years ago, Billy and I were engaged and wondering where the Lord was calling us. We certainly didn’t expect it to be a small church in Iowa—a church that began in a barn and moved into an old acupuncture clinic, that dared to stand for truth even when it was costly, that welcomed us with open arms and lots of chocolate. I admit that I wasn’t sure what would happen to this little church, but God had big plans.