I'm not a front-and-center kind of girl.
Not by choice anyway.
But on Sunday mornings that's exactly where I am. Front and center of the choir - it's sort of my assigned spot.
Yesterday, after my Pampered Chef cooking show, someone asked me if I had always been outspoken.
What I think she meant was "outgoing."
Outspoken? Yes - I am quite opinionated! Outgoing? Not at all! Shyness is definitely in my nature!
That's why Sunday mornings are such a weird place for me.
Wanting to sing, praise God, and lead the church in worship, but wanting no one to look at me while I'm doing it.
Please know that I know that sounds crazy!
My primary form of worship is music. Music speaks to me to more than any other medium and so I try to use it to speak to others.
I'm also a person who likes to know what's coming next.
So this morning when we sang this song, and I had no idea it was coming, well I almost lost it. Like, the ugly-cry-kind-of-lost-it.
I have LOVED this song since the first time I heard it several years ago. Every time I hear it (or sing it), I struggle to keep from crying.
And pared with the other songs we sang and the message from the pastor, I knew it was all meant for me.
I'd wanted to stay in bed this morning.
Pull the covers over my head and hide. Definitely NOT go stand in front of a bunch of people and sing.
But I was supposed to be there. I don't believe in accidents.
And that message had my name all over it (I'll share more about it later).
Not by choice anyway.
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| what "HOME" looked like when we left for Atlanta last weekend... |
But on Sunday mornings that's exactly where I am. Front and center of the choir - it's sort of my assigned spot.
Yesterday, after my Pampered Chef cooking show, someone asked me if I had always been outspoken.
What I think she meant was "outgoing."
Outspoken? Yes - I am quite opinionated! Outgoing? Not at all! Shyness is definitely in my nature!
That's why Sunday mornings are such a weird place for me.
Wanting to sing, praise God, and lead the church in worship, but wanting no one to look at me while I'm doing it.
Please know that I know that sounds crazy!
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| ...the kind of "snow scene" we saw when we came back... |
My primary form of worship is music. Music speaks to me to more than any other medium and so I try to use it to speak to others.
I'm also a person who likes to know what's coming next.
So this morning when we sang this song, and I had no idea it was coming, well I almost lost it. Like, the ugly-cry-kind-of-lost-it.
I have LOVED this song since the first time I heard it several years ago. Every time I hear it (or sing it), I struggle to keep from crying.
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| ...random piles of dirty snow... |
And pared with the other songs we sang and the message from the pastor, I knew it was all meant for me.
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| ...a scene from our Atlanta stay... |
I'd wanted to stay in bed this morning.
Pull the covers over my head and hide. Definitely NOT go stand in front of a bunch of people and sing.
But I was supposed to be there. I don't believe in accidents.
And that message had my name all over it (I'll share more about it later).
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| ...this week? Temps in the 70's and flowers springing up! Crazy weather! |
God used 4 songs, the pastor's sermon, and the Sunday school discussion to remind me of one very important thing:
My life is to be filled by, and FUL-filled by, HIM and only Him.
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| sweet doggie who we missed while we were away! |
Not another person, not a circumstance, not a reward or an accolade. Not hugs and kisses, not snuggles with our fur-baby, not material possessions, or a pat on the back for a job well done.
HIM and HIM alone.
When am I going to get that through my head?
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