So...two weeks ago we had an awesome guy who does Russian-original worship music (it's like...good...it's like art...not like my stuff...). Anyways, only me and the guy who introduced me to him showed up.
And pretty much I was so offended and discouraged that the last two weeks, I haven't even sent out a text to remind people about small group, and we've had four people...which is...pretty much above average really.
And I felt God trying to tell me to keep going and to be faithful in the little things...but I didn't really want to hear it.
So...today I was playing worship...and I wasn't really feeling it...but then I just...started going, started talking to God through it, and I just felt the spirit take me by the hand, I ended up combining like seven songs into a medley (including the three songs that my friends had suggested that I was totally not into but then they made perfect sense as the "song" evolved and it even went into making up a song on the spot for a minute...all this is in Russian (that's actually how my first worship song in Russian came about).
So then we open the scripture to that oft quoted "judge not" bit about planks and specks and the measure that we use.
And in about five minutes the entire way I relate to my school and the authorities therein was turned on its head. Like...the way I've related to them for the past five months or more...and it breaks my heart to see how much I was judging instead of serving and encouraging. SO lame. But I feel so much freer than I have at any point during the last few months!
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