Whistle For The Choir.

So I went to a thing called Disciple Now this weekend with my youth group. It was frustrating at times, because I felt like some of the other people in my group weren't taking it all seriously. Which I was.

I think of myself as reasonably mature regarding most situations. Christianity is one of those things. I don't feel the need to goof off during sermons or testimonies, unlike some of the others in my youth group. I mean, if you start being disrespectful during worship around me, you might just catch a Bible to the face.

Anyway, frustration aside, it was a good weekend. The last night, the speaker talked about dying to our own plans, and that really got to me.

I was sitting there in the pew and, don't laugh at me, I had this vision/daydream thing. I was on stage, and I couldn't sing. It was gone. Now, I've had this dream before, but it has always been while sleeping. But not this time.
So in my brain, I was there onstage. I had nothing. I looked at God and said "But my voice is all I have!" and God went "No it isn't."
And then I was back in the pew. Maybe I've gone legitimately psycho, who knows. But I realized I've been basing my whole life on my voice and where it would take me, not on what God wants. So that was one of my eye-opening moments.

Another was that I have the best friends in the world. When I went up to the altar to pray, one of my friends from school came and knelt beside me. I held her hand and started to pray for her out loud. Who knows if she heard me or not..
But it made me think of the first time one of my friends prayed for me out loud. It was so humbling, listening to her petition God on my behalf. I still cry thinking about it.
So Michelle, if you're reading this? I love you.
My point is- who can say that they have that? Who can say they pack their Bibles when they go for a sleep over with their best friends? I can. Thanks God.

I've also realized that I've been basically slapping God in the face with my whole "I was supposed to have fallen in love by now, God, duh." mindset. It's God's time, not mine.


Okay, I'm sorry this was so long..I just was feeling it.
And now...to lighten the mood..
What do you call a deer with no eyes?
...No idear.

And with that, I'm out.
Lovelovelove.
Anna