Y’all remember that song? There’s been several versions, but I like Terri Clark’s best.
Okay, I might be a touch dramatic here. But still.
I had a whole blog post planned about how my Disciple Series, Called By Name, started today and that it was GREAT. Well. It didn’t exactly set the world on fire. The hub, Capt. Ron, bless his heart, keeps telling me it’s good. Ron is contractually obligated to say that. He also told me my haircut looked great in 2019.
But then this morning happened, and it’s a better story.
I was on my way to church, running through my notes, feeling fairly good about myself, my message, the whole shootin’ match, when — and I want to be clear I’m not being dramatic here — the Lord swooped in and said, “Well, Barbara, I appreciate the effort, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
No further elaboration. Just the one virtual sticky note from Jesus saying, “well, do your best today, dear, but this needs work.”
Great.
Then I got to church and butchered the last song in front of the entire congregation, which felt like a very on-brand way to close out that particular conversation.
So that’s the day. A quiet series, a note from THE management, and a song I will not be trying again anytime soon. I mean, please — how can I mess up Because He Lives?
If you’ve ever poured yourself into something and gotten back mostly silence, or hit a wrong note in front of God and everybody, you’re in good company. I’m not writing this looking for sympathy — I’m writing it because it’s rather funny in a painful way, and because I’d rather laugh at a rough Sunday than let it follow me into the week.
Next Sunday I’ll sing better. Probably. Maybe. Actually, I’ll probably be fired from singing and playing at church unsupervised, to be honest. The series keeps going either way. Perseverance, friends. Perseverance.
Keep looking up. ⬆️
Love y’all. ❤️
