Center Stage!

It was a dream blooming into a beautiful flower of reality. There I was, standing in the middle of the stage. It was lifted off the ground almost like I was floating in the air. There I was, chosen to sing in front of everyone. What an honor! I geared up by putting on my wireless microphone with butterflies exploding out of my tummy. I rehearsed the songs over and over again. I was ready; I was prepared. 

There I was, in front of everyone. There I was, singing my heart out. There I was, leading worship. As I jumped off the stage, I went into the back room to talk to my pastor. He told me how proud he was of me, and that he is praying I could be a regular for Sundays and another night of the week. I was blown away, so I prayed about it. Bam! I was a regular doing what I love: praising my Father. 

Here I am, about ten years later yearning for that experience again. I recently came across a few of the songs that I sang for my church. When I played them, I started crying. I cried because I miss my passion for Christ. I will admit that I have not been that passionate since I stopped singing. In fact, I can even say that I have been empty because I forgot who my first love is.

I want to sing a beautiful song for my Father. He deserves all the praise. My point of this blog is not to make it a sob story but to let you know that we need to hold onto our first love :Jesus Christ. 

The Nails in your hands by The Bridge Band
“The nails in your hands
The nail in your feet,
they tell me how much you love me
The thorns in your brow,
they tell me how, you bore so much pain to love me.

And when the heavens pass away,
all your scars will still remain,
and forever they will say,
how much you love me.

Forever my love, Forever my heart
Forever my life, it's yours, it's yours.”