the traditional
conformity of the world.
When I meet a well-known
Christian artist,
I don't want to only
thank him for sharing
his talents with us,
I want to pray for him.
For his ministry,
his struggles,
his life.
When people seem
to be having a rough day,
I don't want to
silence myself
and sit down to
share in their discouragement,
but rather be a light
and be an encouragement.
To stand up,
dance around,
and get loud,
praising God for His goodness, trusting the reputation
of my humility
with the faith that the
gospel will speak
for itself and open
their temporary blinded eyes once again to the glory they're invited into.
I want to stand
on the top of a
mountain and worship
the king of the universe.
To throw my hands
in the air and
yell praises to Him.
What keeps me from such magnificence?
Fear.
I want to be
intentional in my efforts
to work WITH God
to strike down my fear.
I want to attack it
with the very things
I'm afraid of.
And as my crippling fear
becomes a fearless faith,
the glory of my Lord
will be greatly revealed.
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