Struggling Well With Life

When I was convinced to blog on this site, I was told that it would be good for me, even therapeutic at times. Today is one of those times I am hoping for some therapeutic benefit. This is not one of those set ups for encouragement, really, rather a place just to unload. Last weekend was a weekend with absolutely no margins, every hour was booked, and I had the privilege to preach at our services. I studied, prepared and felt ready. At Saturday night’s service, as we were singing just before I was to get up to preach I felt this great calm, and looked forward to the time to open the Word. I don’t know what happened, but from the first minute of my message - Mark left the building, I had nothing, no life. Gone! It was painful, and I was so disappointed in myself. Tied to a manuscript I wandered through to a conclusion. Now I know that God promises His word will not return void, in fact I am claiming that promise, but in my find I failed. The delivery was so poor that it was distracting, and if the preacher becomes the distraction, the message can be easily lost. Sunday went fine, but I am still beating myself up about Saturday. Ever feel like you blew it? Here is the gist of the weekend’s message - God is WITH us. I have to practice what I preach. God is with me, whether I am hitting it out of the park, sitting on the bench, or striking out. My heart needs that perspective today, and I need to get over myself. There, that feels better. Thanks for listening.