Something to Say

At my church I'm not allowed to share God's word from the stage.  I'm a girl, you know.  But this past Sunday I preached.  And it was good.  

Context

Easter is far and away my favorite holiday.  It's been that way for as long as I can remember.  And I never believed in the Easter bunny or purchased a new Easter dress. I simply love the reality of the resurrection. The person of the Jesus.  Defeating death.  Living today.  Beyond my wildest dreams.  

So, it's not surprising that sometimes my emotions get the best of me.  Plus, it's been a long time coming.  Nearly two years ago I sensed God had something for me to say...or sing (check out my blog post from 2011) . 

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The Setting

I was on the worship team this Easter Sunday.  Throughout the morning I was aware that I was practically yelling. Singing so forcefully that it I felt possessed.  Or prophetic.  How could I remain silent?  How could I stand motionless and controlled when Jesus was alive?  

A number of people commented on my behavior.  "You seemed anointed"  "You blessed me" were some of the comments.  And, strangely, I felt anointed and blessed.  And then it hit me...I was.  God had used me.  My voice.  To proclaim his good news.  Just like the women who found the empty tomb, he was once again using a woman to be the lead witness of new life.  

I left the morning exhausted and full of gratitude.  Jesus has entrusted me with his message and he has arranged for me to share it.  What a Savior!