I'd love to give a long, insightful post about what has been on my mind for the past week, but I'm honestly not quite sure how to put a large part of it into words. I do, however, have a particular moment from today that I feel is worth sharing.
Yesterday morning, a few friends and I sat in our normal row in front of Fondren Church's stage. I pulled out my Bible and notebook as I do every Sunday, ready for the service... until the pastor mentioned that there may not be enough room for everyone without putting people on the stage to act as a choir. The five of us (Kerry, Nathan, Erica, Trianne, and myself) looked at each other before agreeing to sit onstage if necessary.
It was both necessary and... wonderful, to say the least.
When the band started playing the first song of the service, the kick of the bass drum seemed to reverberate from my chest outward – as if someone were kicking a pedal against my heart to keep it beating. I had been a bit nervous to sit onstage at first, where so many people could see me. However, for some reason, being surrounded by music played by such talented people in the name of God for fellow people of God...
There was something different in the words I sang to Him that morning. They felt so much more... real than they have before. Like they really meant something – like I was baring the deepest, darkest, most misunderstood parts of my soul and spilling them out for Him to see. My heart ached with the most intense desire – no, need – I'd ever felt in my life when I sang out, "Show me Your glory... Show me Your glory."
And nothing compares to that feeling, my friends.
I wish I had more to say, but I don't think there's much else to say.
So until I do have more to say, I leave you with this song (the one I referenced above):
- Sara
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