I was complaining to God the other day (Don't judge me- you do it too ) about how average I was and that i can not actually play bar chords like the other guitarists (Thank God for Capos) and he spoke to me in a way that was hard to miss. "I don't want you for your skill." The Holy hush filled my mind and I remembered the fact that He is constantly surrounded by throngs of angels crying 'Holy, Holy, Holy" and me with my three chord dities, I think I can impress him.
Labels: Confessions of An Average Worship Leader