![]() ![]() We ate burritos straight from the wrapper, drinking through straws. Afterward, we grabbed takeout at a Mexican restaurant and took it back to her house. ![]() At the time, I couldn’t even tell you what her voice sounded like-it disappeared somewhere in my chest, covered up with the tender trappings of the Father’s affection. A few months later, I drove 12 hours west and sat on the third row of The Village Church as she led worship. When I first met her through the internet, as modern friendships go, Lauren invited me to join her for church and dinner at her home the next time I passed through Dallas. “God has always spoken to me through birds and creatures of flight-there’s something worshipful about the way they move, something I admire and am jealous of, because I want to worship Him like that.” From the way she speaks, it seems like Lauren Chandler has no idea how far she is from the ground.
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