Alarm sounds. Stumble out of bed. Half asleep.
Then, habit kicks in. First word, His Word.
Simple practice. Way of life. Necessary.
And not something I can take for granted. Because distraction is always at the door.
Alarm sounds. Stumble out of bed. Half asleep.
Then, habit kicks in. First word, His Word.
Simple practice. Way of life. Necessary.
And not something I can take for granted. Because distraction is always at the door.
“It would not be right for us to neglect the ministry of the word of God in order to wait on tables” (Acts 6:2).
And Stephen is chosen. To wait on tables.
Doing so full of grace.
Full of God’s power.
Faithful in the ways of the Lord.
Worship. In a small house group, I watch one woman sing with such joy. Tears, even.
Midlife at the time, I’ve fallen into unhealthy patterns. Critiquing content and structure. Or impatience with those leading in services and retreats.
Prideful. And forgetting priority.
Losing focus of the One we worship.