He wore a double knit lime green suit with wide lapels. If he walked behind a telephone pole, you would lose sight of him for a bit. His skin was so much darker than mine, but his heart seemed so much purer.
It was one of the first times I was asked to go to a church and tell the people about what God had done in my life. How He had walked me through some tough years. Three small churches came together for a day of singing and testimonies. These churches knew how to do church. They dressed up and sang gospel music so sweet. They would take turns getting up to share in song.
They called for one church group and they weren't there, so this little man walked up slowly and as he walked he began to sing. His great-grandaddy legs didn't walk too fast but it didn't matter. He started singing before he ever got to the stage. I'd never heard the song before. No one had, because he was making it up as he walked.
"I love you Jesus! I love you Jesus! Jesus, I love you!"
Over and over for almost 10 minutes, changing the tune as he pleased because it was his song, he continued to sing.
I want to love Him like that. I don't love Him enough. I began to question my being there.
This man was all they needed, eavesdropping on his love song to the Lover of his soul.
Basking in the overflow of his praise.
I spoke that day even though I wanted to walk out the back door. Who could even follow that goodness?
It seems that every time I go to teach or share with a group, something happens or is said that makes me second guess what God has called me to do. That I'm not good enough, or talented enough to do the job. This past weekend the leadership team told me about their last retreat speaker. She was a potter. I've seen that kind of thing before and know how powerful it is to have that visual as they speak. When they were telling me about her, I was thinking, once again, that I didn't have anything to offer. Not anything to give them - no visual to take home with them. I have no talent, except, of course, for the pom pom routine.
They would certainly remember that.
My flight home wasn't until Sunday so I thought I better stay and go through with it. I had no "wow factor" but I did have something. Something I knew He wanted me to share. Just like He did when I followed a dancing, singing, praising grandpa.
His word. That's it. I love His word - absolutely LOVE it. He wanted me to share that. It didn't need a pom pom routine to be powerful.
It just needed to be spoken.
So I spoke it and He did the rest.
And boy, was He powerful.
photo by Photo_Graphics by Pam
So grateful today for:
west Texas mountains
tears of brokenness
Boy and bride hiding in back seat to surprise his momma! Thank You, Jesus!
my own bed
thunder and lightening