Friday was great. I got to speak at youth in Pastor Tim's absence and I'm told it went well. It didn't go how I planned, but I guess it's my fault for asking the Lord to hold my tongue when it should be held and speak when I should speak. Hopefully that's what happened. I know it led to some good alter ministry time, so I call that success. Also encouraging was Pastor's unintentional confirmation of my message Sunday morning. It was interesting, also, to worship from the floor on a Friday night instead of from a mic. I definately missed worship team, though. Definately.
Saturday was jam-packed. Timothy and I worked that morning (handing out flashing Santa hats to little kids - rough work), and then we had practice. I think I need to take more time to just thank God for the people he's given us for a youth worship team. Those guys are some of the most dedicated teenage boys I know, and they're good which is nice too. There are some things that need ironing out, but that's true of all of us. We hung out with the Hoban's for 20 minutes so I could work on a song with Tami (blessings on that woman, Lord, for all she does), and so Timothy could get Seany wound up. I may still post some of that video. That kid is just unreal.
Sunday was a great, great service: worship that had to be Holy Spirit-directed because otherwise people would have left (besides Dennis, who more or less left for a while anyway. Haha.), a challenging message, and wonderful alter ministry time.
Sometimes God can speak to you and its great because God spoke to you, but it's still good when God speaks that same thing through someone else. Reminding and confirming. I never really doubted the word when He spoke it directly to me, but I cried when Pastor said it again. All day I couldn't figure out why I'd cried like that. I've been very busy lately, and honestly it's put a slight damper on my passion for my Lord. I've been fighting condemnation over it at every turn. At the end of the thing I think I cried - wept - not because I needed a reminder or a confirmation, but because He's serious about me. I am important to the King of heaven. You know that, and I "knew" that, but ... words can't describe.As I was sitting on the floor crying, little Sammy Johnson (I think he's three) walked around in front of me, asked why I was crying, and gave me a hug. It's amazing what a hug from a concerned toddler can do. After church we went sledding with a small group from Switch, but not for long because it was freezing cold. Pics pending. Then I went with my dad to find a little, no-one-loves-me Christmas tree. It's so cute. Sunday night was the worship team Christmas party, which was just too fun.
And I'm done.