Wednesday I was blessed to lead worship for our midweek service, "Spirit Infusion" as we call it. Its an amazing hour of pure worship topped off with communion. Its a very cool time.
I came tonight in my new identity. The one where I visualize myself stepping out of a phone booth and putting on my worship cape as I approach the the throne room of God.
My personal theme this week has been identity. Believing, embracing my call and viewing it through the eyes of Christ. I believe with everything in me that NOW is the time for my ministry. I have pressed through the fire, through the storm and have held my ground in the face of insurmountable obstacles. So I have decided that I will act as if i have as much faith in me as God does.
I was excited about the service, yet when we started there was a small turnout. It makes no difference to me if there are ten or ten thousand. I eagerly approach the throne! It was a slow start until I finally reached the place where I stopped and he started. And then. Wow. Seriously. Just wow.
I got the best compliment of my life from my Pastor after it was over. He said, "you didn't do anything tonight. Not a single thing." I smiled, hugged him, and said, "Nope. Not a thing. I hope people always say that. Matter of fact, I hope they say, Barb didn't even show up tonight, was she even here?"
That is how its supposed to be. Less of me. More of him.
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