Sunday. 3:20AM. I wake up and can’t go back to sleep. By soundcheck @ 7:30, i am WIRED. And by the start of service @ 9:00, I’m beat. Soundcheck was rough. Everyone was late. Our vocals weren’t as tight as we hoped they’d be. I played wrong chords on our last song.
And worship was GREAT. The pastor’s sermon was infused with the Spirit’s passion. God pricked our hearts as we sang, listened, and gave offerings of all kinds.
Despite my fatigue and allergy-driven fog, the Holy Spirit moved in and took control as we focused on what our Abba Daddy has done for us. As our focus became Him, we seemed to …fade away. He was lifted up and He drew us to Himself. In fact, we ended our hour together with our hands and voices raised, singing and shouting Paul Baloche’s "Our God Saves".
In our (my) weakness, His strength is made perfect. Period. …Yeah. He really is in control.
Now, if I can truly, completely depend on Him every day, all day. After a day like yesterday, I’m reminded of the goal.
