Ryanne Molinari

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Last week, I lost my top subscriber. I know I’m supposed to be tough and keep writing regardless, but blogging just isn’t the same without her. She used to comment with astonishing, almost unsettling swiftness. Mere moments after I pressed “publish,” my inbox would ping with her praise. It was an antiphony I miss already. Brainstormed this little song while sitting in the dark with Martin, who is now too excited about life to eat or sleep if he can see anything at all. As you know, recording and production are not my gifts but I’d love to find some way to share the music with you! If you have any suggestions for releasing this song into the world, let me know. Why are we so eager to erase our faces, to eliminate evidence of lives well-lived? Why are we desperate to look like children when we are adults, and to exchange our uniquely beautiful countenances for artificially blank canvases? When did we start hating ourselves for living longer and looking it? Introducing Martin to his great-grandma’s favorite hymn, which I have no doubt she is now singing with renewed strength. Thank you all for your prayers throughout the last week. My grandma, with characteristic courage, went to be with her Lord Jesus yesterday. We thank God that we do not grieve as those who have no hope, that she finished her race well, and that we have a certain hope of being reunited in the presence of our Savior. This Sunday is Pentecost! I pray that the Holy Spirit fills you afresh as you sing with your church family. Swipe for a few snippets from Spirit-Filled Singing and a glimpse at what I’m playing this Sunday. Which hymn text do you most associate with this tune? Vote using the poll! Want this intro? DM me and I’ll send it over. 🙌🏻 I’ve been eyeing this book for a while and @azkris10 must have read my mind. 💙 It is already such an encouragement. Thankful for a lovely first Mother’s Day of worship, fellowship, and a massive plate of BBQ. Even more thankful for the gift that is our not-so-little Martin.