Sometimes I get so set in my routine.
Last night when talking to my worship leader about who needed to worship for our Celebrating Recovery class I was the lucky one chosen.
This sounds selfish.... so remember I am human and I constantly fail.
First of all...
I didn't want to give up part of my Friday night.
I wanted to just hang out and relax.
So I go down to the church and I am setting everything up. I felt as if everything was going wrong. I could tell that God was wanting me to break my routine.
So I grab a stool and I go and sit on the same level as the small group to worship. (Like instead of standing on the stage)
As I feel like I am about to ruin everything God presses on my heart to tell them its okay to sing to him within a small group. Don't be concerened about the people next to you.
So we proceed to do a couple of worship songs and I am just messing up left and right with my fingers.
For some reason my fingers and my guitar are in a dispute.
I am just thinking to myself why are so disoriented tonight?
Then it hits me.
God is still waiting for me to meet him.
I lower my voice and listen to the other eight people singing. It was beautiful. They were in his presence and I was not.
I stop playing the guitar.
I lift my hands and I sing out to God.
Then I relize its not that my fingers arent meeting my guitar.
Im not meeting God.
I never cease to be in awe at what God has to tell me.
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2 comments:
Man, I wish I had called you back last night.
You are so right.
I love seeing how God works in your life. You are amazing.
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