I’ve been worshipping all morning. I was singing at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t realize my door was open. The respiratory therapist comes in and asks, “Is everything ok? I heard moaning’”
Me-“I was singing.”
We both just started cracking up for the longest time!!
My voice is froggy from Covid, but Jesus doesn’t care!
When the therapist walked out he said, “I’ll close your door.”
Still chuckling!