Ballard

Ballard is an awkward neighborhood in Seattle. There's no direct route there and it's a jumbled mess. And yet I make the trek there Tuesday evenings for group. Tonight, I was driving through Ballard on the way to post-group aka a bar and the sunset was the perfect orange and the mountains were crazy clear and the whole thing was perfect and guess what song was playing in my car? 

Hallelujah, What a Savior 

I about melted. The God who saves is the God who made those mountains and the sun setting behind them. 

Hallelujah, What a Savior indeed