Yesterday was like any other Sunday.
I got up, after an extra glorious hour of sleep, thank you time change.
I got ready.
I was excited to be on the worship team at church. I was leading one of my favorite songs. I Am Who You Say I am by Hillsong Worship. It was my first time leading since we began attending Brick City Church. I have led this song many times before and it holds a special place.
We rehearse and the song list was great! I have a new team of people that I’m singing with and making new friends is always fun.
The piano plays the introduction.
I’m not nervous. The song is familiar and I know the words like the back of my hand.
The chorus begins
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am”
His grace runs deep
While I was a slave to sin
Jesus died for me
Yes He died for me”
The people in this place of worship do not know me, they don’t know I cry at the drop of a hat and songs……well they touch my soul.
I grab a tissue and I sit down when the song is over. They will probably not want me to sing again. Who wants the crying chick to ruin the worship experience for others?
I’m so mad!!
I silently text my friend.
Yes I said shit in church
I’m thankful for people who will speak truth. Even when it sucks and I don’t really want to hear it.
What are you Prideful about today?
It’s not a quality I’m proud of but situations arise and it’s a way to grow.
I write about this because I want to remember and grow when this pops up in my memories next year and the year after.
I’m going to keep singing.
Singing about His love for me.
Singing at the top of my lungs while dancing in the kitchen
Singing when I have earbuds in and I’m sure it sounds awful.
And most of all…….. singing when the lump forms in my throat.
Have a wonderful week!