This post is going to be out of order because I'm behind. There are more things I want to tell you about that have already happened but...
Today I taught guitar most of the morning here at the children's home I lied at for six months. Pretty much everyone was asking me to stay for 2-3 years...I love these people so much that I cried just thinking about seeing them again...so that's hard.
In the morning and evening I lead worship, even though my voice is completely shot...like I can't even speak normally. It was something...very cool...to see two of my friends singing for me and being able to even teach everyone a new song that a Mexican 12-year old girl with some sort of mental disability once taught me. There are lots of very profound things in this. That leading worship has very little to do with your voice per sé. That I could have easily said no if I was being individualist instead of relying on my friends. That I have a voice that, even croaky, that can be used to glorify God, even if it's telling stories about supermodels I could've dated but didn't. And that the faith of a 12-year old with a mental disability can have a profound impact that goes well beyond her continent even. (As I've translated the song and sang it at small group in Russian) I'm just kinda in awe.
¡El Señor es siempre bueno!
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