Tuesday, November 19, 2013

What's Not Missing

For the last year and a half, I've not spoken to a group of women about the Word.
(And that's my passion.)
For the past 11 months, I've not taught a Sunday School class.
For the past two Sundays, I've not attended the church where we've worshipped for eight years because we believe, for a host of reasons, that it was time to leave.
 (May I mention here that this has never-like, ever-happened to us?  
We've never left a congregation unless we've also left the town.) 
So this Sunday, at another church, listening to people I don't know leading worship, 
I realized that it would be a long time, if ever, that I had the privilege to do that again either.
We sang a song about the cost of following.
I'm surrendering my all; I surrender to the King.
I thought, I've surrendered everything I am in the church.
Then He spoke, 
in the swift and sure way that He will. 
that all is given away-
who I really am:
Beloved Daughter.
In the church (little c), I am without a place,
but in the Church (big C),
the Body,
the Kingdom,
I am who Christ paid for me  to be,
and I rest secure there because He promised. 
Let the sons and the daughters sing.


  1. Beautiful.
    Praying for you tonight. That God would refresh you in this season.

  2. Hi Ginger! Believing god for clarity and direction as you put. Him first and seek His will. Bless you during this season.