“Some mornings I wish there was a greater way to say thank you to our Lord. My life is like a missile in a hail storm. It is flying hundreds of miles an hour and if just one ball of hail hits the missile, it will explode. So many things have to go perfectly correct for existence to continue.  Yet, here I am every day with a new, never failing lump of daily bread for my family and me, and a new song in my spirit. The immensity of His greatness is inexpressible with words. He is the One and we are His. That, my friend, is the greatest news…