So yesterday I lead worship at Forest Park. Awesome.
Not me of course, just the simple fact that it was like coming home after exile. Like we've been wandering in a dry land and we're entering a land flowing with milk and bagels.
It felt right. I had no idea where the service was going or what the sermon direction was, I just got to play and sing. It was great.
It felt good.
Really, really good.
Thank you God! You are good. I was wondering for a while, but it was me who faltered. Not you.
I feel no shame in doubting, just relief that I was wrong.
And that life is good again.