Last Sunday, I got the awesome privilege of singing for all three of our church services.
I sang a solo with the choir and orchestra, then I sang a complete solo song during the offering, and then I helped to lead a few songs in our contemporary service.
I love singing. There’s something about it that just fills me up inside like nothing can. When I’m singing, I feel incredibly close to my Lord.
That is, when I’m focused on the right things.
Because it can be so easy to focus on me and how I sound. I worry…will I forget the lyrics? Will I totally bomb this song? Will I get the opening rhythm right? Will I…will I…will I?
Now, what’s wrong with that picture?
Well, considering the fact that I’m supposed to be singing as an act of WORSHIP…to GOD…I probably should be much more focused on Him than on myself.
I get it, it’s human nature, we are fallen, we’ll never be perfect. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t constantly remind ourselves of how we SHOULD react…even if it never becomes our NATURAL reaction.
I was sitting in first service before I sang, worrying. I almost didn’t even want to go up there on that stage. Because I was afraid of failure. Thankfully, I wasn’t just afraid that I’d look like a screw up (although I’m sure that fear is always part of it).
Instead, my main concern was whether I’d mess up an opportunity to share Jesus with someone. That I’d mess up the lyrics that someone desperately needed to hear. That my voice would crack and people listening would be too distracted by that to hear the heart of the song.
In short, I thought I’d inadvertently mess up my ministry…and God’s plan.
Fear almost kept me from ministering.
But as I sat fretting, our music pastor sang these words:
Then sings my soul, my Savior, God to Thee
How great Thou art, How great Thou art
And I nearly cried.
Because He was speaking right to me, saying, “Lindsay, don’t you see how great I am? So great that I’m able to get you through each one of these songs in exactly the manner I want you to get through them. And I will speak to people’s hearts. I am able. I am great.”
I can’t even tell you the freedom that came. How the fear dissipated.
Because He doesn’t ask us to be perfect.
He only asks that we’re willing. That we try our best and draw near to Him.
Because He is perfectly and totally capable of handling the rest.
Your Turn: Do you ever worry that you’ll mess up in ministry? Do you find it hard to remember that He’s got it all under control?
Since the age of six, when she wrote the riveting tale “How to Eat Mud Pie,” Lindsay Harrel has passionately engaged the written word as a reader, writer, and editor. She holds a B.A. in Journalism and Mass Communication and an M.A. in English. In her current day job as a curriculum editor for a local university, Lindsay helps others improve their work and hones her skills for her night job—writing inspirational contemporary fiction. Lindsay lives in Phoenix, Arizona, with her husband of five years and a golden retriever puppy in serious need of training.
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