we sing Majesty
getting up was hard work this morning. I really need to sleep earlier on weekday nights, so I won't be so blasted tired in the morning. Sometimes I get so absorbed in reading a book that I can't put it down and I keep telling myself, "Just one more chapter!", until fatigue and considerable difficulty in keeping my eyelids open forces me to bookmark my page and curl up in bed to sleep.
the Half-Blood Prince hasn't been too bad, so far. J.K Rowling is a very, very rich woman. Not bad when you consider she came up with H.P while taking the train.
anyway CG was great, as usual. I'm never disappointed when I go for cg. I always leave fresh and renewed by the ministering of the Spirit. Yesterday was a milestone of sorts, I suppose, as I "led" praise and worship which wasn't anything like you'd expect. I guess you could say that I screwed it up with awkward pauses, my apparent nervousness, off-key singing, interruptions and whatnot.. the list would be very, very long if you want to focus on that. Yet in what I lacked, grace still reigned abundant for me. That truth is what the Spirit led me to see as I floundered, which gave me strength as I gave up on the weakness of my flesh. I think about praise and worship yesterday and I smile, because there was still joy in the midst of it all.
And I am learning. Learning that worship is birthed in our hearts first and moves by the Spirit. It is through the Spirit that it reaches out to other hearts, touching and ministering to them. It is not me that is glorified, nor would I want that, for is my Abba that is truly glorified. I imagine that through song, through the words that are wreathed in melody and music, we turn each other's eyes along with our own, to our Abba who is loving beyond measure. When He works, everything that ensues is nothing short of amazing.
the Half-Blood Prince hasn't been too bad, so far. J.K Rowling is a very, very rich woman. Not bad when you consider she came up with H.P while taking the train.
anyway CG was great, as usual. I'm never disappointed when I go for cg. I always leave fresh and renewed by the ministering of the Spirit. Yesterday was a milestone of sorts, I suppose, as I "led" praise and worship which wasn't anything like you'd expect. I guess you could say that I screwed it up with awkward pauses, my apparent nervousness, off-key singing, interruptions and whatnot.. the list would be very, very long if you want to focus on that. Yet in what I lacked, grace still reigned abundant for me. That truth is what the Spirit led me to see as I floundered, which gave me strength as I gave up on the weakness of my flesh. I think about praise and worship yesterday and I smile, because there was still joy in the midst of it all.
And I am learning. Learning that worship is birthed in our hearts first and moves by the Spirit. It is through the Spirit that it reaches out to other hearts, touching and ministering to them. It is not me that is glorified, nor would I want that, for is my Abba that is truly glorified. I imagine that through song, through the words that are wreathed in melody and music, we turn each other's eyes along with our own, to our Abba who is loving beyond measure. When He works, everything that ensues is nothing short of amazing.