The countdown had begun.
Sixty seconds . . . fifty-nine . . .
Numbers flashed on large screens flanking the back of a darkened stage. Canned music pulsed through the sanctuary as musicians donned their instruments and took their places. The worship band had prayed. They were ready. Hadn’t I taught them as much?
Ten . . . nine . . .
Of course, I had prayed and I’m always ready. After all, I’ve led worship around the country for years. Why, I’m as comfortable behind the mic singing as I am breathing.
Six . . . five . . .
Worshipers rushed into the sanctuary with hot java in hand, smiles on their faces. Yep, another Sunday morning at Life Point Church like any other. God would be praised, lives transformed. What a glorious day.
Four . . . three . . .
My high-heeled pump confidently took the stage.
Two . . . One . . .
The video and audio blipped off.
My knee buckled. I pulled in a sharp breath, grappled thick air for balance.
As blinding lights hit the stage––my face kissed the floor.
Women gasped. Men groaned. My skirt waved a greeting, and my derrière welcomed the congregation into the presence of what? Jesus?
With terror-filled eyes, the worship leader beside me offered his hand. I scrambled to my feet and hissed at him, “Start the band. Take the lead. Sing––Now!” Mortified, I kept my back presented to the crowd. I smoothed my clothes, my hair. Pain throbbed and heat flushed my face.
Hmm. Not so comfortable anymore. Well, I couldn’t just stand there. I rounded on the mic stand in time for my lips to sing, “I lay me down, I’m not my own. I belong to You alone. Lay me down, lay me down. Oh, oh, oh . .
“Really, right now? Of all the songs, Lord.” I said out loud. In the microphone. And behold, the tension smothering the room lost its grip. We all had a good laugh.
Then the miraculous happened. Folks laid down pride, worry, fear, unforgiveness, failures, wrong ambitions, shame, and doubt. Even our comfort zones were left abandoned that day.
So, when you find yourself flat on your face, don’t struggle in your own strength or hiss at the only One who can help you up. Take His offered hand. Trust Him to lead. And sing.
Because He’s worthy . . . because you can.
The Lord upholds all those who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down.
Psalm 145:14 NIV
Out of my comfort zone,