This week in church I sat there, numb. My throat hurt and I didn’t feel good. I didn’t feel any energy to move or sing with any kind of gusto. I didn’t get much out of the message as I thought it was delivered somewhat clumsily.
At the end of the service the speaker read a story. I went from an immobile face, to tears on my cheeks. The story was powerful and moving and it woke my spirit.
The great thing about God is that He accepts me just as I am. When I am in a worship service, I don’t have to pretend. He knows where I am at and is willing to wait quietly for my response.
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