While
we were in Prague
we were also working with a church. One Sunday we were asked to lead worship.
We have a few people that can sing and a few people that play instruments. For
the most part people haven’t played for years or are learning.
Two people have played
worship back home so they stepped right in. For some reason I offered
myself into the mix. I just started playing guitar on the trip, for the
most part. I knew a couple songs, maybe. Well here I set a mark. Was
I ready?
Sunday came around, I
tried to practice that week. I didn’t know if I was ready. I thought we would
be doing a couple songs and then finished.
I found out we were doing like 6! Wow! I only know one of the songs. What have I gotten myself into? Well we go to
practice before church, we would have 2 hours. The tram that is supposed to
take us there, the tracks were under
construction. Less time to practice, it will be okay. The songs are easy
right?
So we were able to practice. We went through the songs once.
It was pretty good, I had fun. I couldn’t really hear my guitar because I
didn’t have one of those box things. Then church time comes around. We pray, I
believe it will be good. We go through worship, and everyone does an awesome
job. Then I come to myself.
I felt like at some points I choked. At the end I felt
like I let people down, like I let God down, almost wanted to get up and go
practice again somewhere. But then I kept in the back of my head, you did okay.
It wasn’t that bad, there is grace. But still the other half of me is
overwhelming.
Shortly after the next prayer the woman behind me says,
“I don’t know what this means but I wanted to tell you. I saw Jesus come in and
kiss you on the shoulder.” I am sure she had no idea how I felt at the time, or
what I was thinking. But at that moment it was just what I needed to hear. No
matter how bad or good I might have played, God didn’t care. He loved that I went up there and played,
and if that was all that I did it was good.
I may not have the perfect stage, or the perfect sound,
God will still show up. God is not
limited by what I can bring, only I can limit God.
If he wants to show up, he will. And in the end, he still loves me just as much as he did, before I went up there. He loves me no less, even if I wouldn’t
have gone up there at all. He loves when we step out in new things, but if we
don’t step out it doesn’t mean he will love us less either. And if we step out
and do great it doesn’t mean he loves us more because of what we have done. He loves us the same no matter what we
do.
HE LOVES US…
…BECAUSE HE LOVES US…
…BECAUSE HE LOVES US…
…BECAUSE HE LOVES US.
The fun thing is that while in Moldova
Annie and I both played and sang a song
on Sunday at church. I had
so much fun and it was good!
Then we played again.
…but more about that later =)
