I walked on to the stage with lights blasting into my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was about to play music in only a few seconds to well over 6 hundred people. My mind for some reason felt at peace, a similar peace to when I gave my testimony in Atlanta. This was, at that very moment, where I needed to be. God has been opening doors for me to praise him and worship him since I applied for the race. Music, something so close to my heart, and an opportunity to use music was offered this week.
My friend Ben leans into the microphone and praises God for being a God who never sleeps. I still tasted the two cups of coffee I chugged down before getting up on stage. Nobody sitting in the chairs in front of us knew everyone in the band had gotten no more, if none at all, than two hours of sleep the night before. We have all been busy with jobs, youth groups, and for most school…
Praise God that he never sleeps, my heart fluttered at such a relevant subject. All morning I longed for a bed and the thought of a blanket sounded beautiful. The hard floor beneath me even looked pretty comfortable as I just imagined myself cuddling with a metal chair leg in the corner somewhere. Even the sound board looked about as fluffy as a pillow.
Praise God who never sleeps. I am so weak in comparison to the Almighty. “Wow Ben” my mind thought “drop some knowledge”. Ben has a unique gift of making his struggles a reason to praise God. What a great opening. The microphone squealed a little and I look at the papers with the chord progressions for the song line up. I hit that first note and Ben began to follow with his lead guitar. The guy on the drums behind me kept a steady rhythm that vibrated the stage floor then the bass. Every inch of me was soaking up sound and vibrations.
Three guitars wailing
Drums going crazy
my Synth making noises only acceptable in Sci-Fi movies or Worship bands
Two Vocals hitting every note
and six hundred plus people singing with us
God pretty much preformed a miracle when he made music…
Then, my mind just got lost I barely remember what happened and I don’t know if I even played the whole time. At one point I stopped and just started singing. I was so tired I didn’t even mind picking my hands up off the keys to drum them on my belly or raise them in the air like I normally do. I sang as loud as I could because I like feeling of my voice lingering in my ear drums. I can’t really hear my voice over the monitors blaring and instruments. I can hear hundred some people singing at me (trust me you can’t hear yourself but we can hear a hundred voices singing at us) but, I couldn’t see them. So for a few minutes I felt alone but, in the same sense not. Really the whole worship time just felt like a daze and almost too perfect.
As I sang and played all I could think about was the God who never sleeps. Like a father he protects me from the enemy while I sleep in peace. He watches to make sure his will prevails even while we rest. We are never really alone. Have you ever looked over at someone who is resting and seen a vulnerability and almost childlike nature to their slumber? There is just something beautiful to the image of God protecting us like a mighty father during our times of slumber. I just enjoy this image.
The fundraising for my trip is going well. I am so grateful for so much support and love. I hope to continue to have everyone’s support. God is at work in my life (and in my current city) for certain. Because, well, “Praise God who never sleeps”. Praise him.
