It is
Sunday. My Sunday off from work which makes it an extra special day.
I get
to go to church with my family. The kids ask if we get to ride in the same car
together and I say “Yes!” They are so excited. I never even knew they noticed we
went separately. It makes me realize that they value the little things. It
makes me a tinge sad.
I
arrive and the music begins to play. It takes me a bit before I sink in. I have
to remember I don’t have a radio strapped to me and there is no ear piece that
might scream “code Adam”. I am allowed to let go but I have to give myself
permission.
I
close my eyes and hear “There is only one word to describe…”
My
eyes are flooded.
There
you are God. You are serving as a conductor.
There we are, the instruments.
We are dressed in our symphony best and we are
ready. Ready to be led by Him and ready to play for them. We wait for His cues,
for His hands to raise and wave us in to His story. He gently leads us. He
knows when we are to come in and when we are to fade out. We play together at
His direction because we trust that He has woven us together in the most
beautiful way possible. He knows our power. He knows when we make an impact and
when our silence is more powerful than our noise. We value His movements,
instinct, and control. He only asks us to pay attention and to follow His lead.
Together we will make music.
And boy does He knows how to make beautiful
music, music that overwhelms the soul, music that changes hearts , and music that
leads people to a life everlasting. But He needs us and uses us, His
instruments. We are His to play. And we need Him and use Him, our Conductor. He
is ours to delight in. Let us be the body
of work you dream of, are proud of, and desire to never stop playing.
Lord, make us an instrument. Make us an
instrument of your peace, love, and joy. With the greatest being love.
With
the greatest being love.
I am
thankful when I the chance to just be in His house. Thankful.
Mama Helpers for the Week of May 21st
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