My wife woke me up for morning prayer this morning and I went back to sleep. This was a bad choice because there’s a lot going on in my life and the life of our church right now. As a church grows, it can no longer connect everyone “automatically.” It’s a much more conscious and deliberate thing. While our church has had many people come to try us out, not as many find their place these days, and that breaks my heart.
So last night, I was trying to figure out what “I need to do to fix this.” That usually leads me to a bad place emotionally and spiritually so I thought it would be great to get up early with Eleanor and pray. But I didn’t.
When I did get up, I was focused on all of the things everyone needed to do. But in the background of my mind was a message I hadn’t noticed. The kids at church had sung a song for Mother’s Day on Sunday, and it was running in the back of my mind, as a soundtrack for my own internal conversation. “Our God is a great big God. Our God is a great big God. Our God is a great big God and he holds us in his hands.”
God has a plan, and God will hold our church and me as we move ahead in the things that God has planned for us.