Trusting God is Awesome! No, Really!

I had a long weekend this past Saturday and Sunday.

Saturday morning I had a drama rehearsal for Plunge, then I went to Seattle Coffee House to work on my teaching time for Redwood Kids, after that I went to church, and finally I went to the Frontline Hawaiian party.

Sunday morning I picked up Suzie and went to church for Redwood Kids. Worship was awesome because for the first time I used a headset and had my arms free and could dance around and be all crazy. For now on I’m using a headset. I was actually sweating both times after worship. Then I had to take a breather before I started to teach the story.

God is faithful, he answered my prayer and helped me to speak. I had a lot of fun too. I really enjoy doing that kind of teaching and storytelling. I even got a few bruises doing it, intentional of course! Seriously! hehe… ya, I accidently tripped on my sandal while trying to do a Chuckie Finster Jr. freakout.

Small groups were also awesome too. I can’t really explain it… God just made me come alive. And it felt good. I got to read the bible, tell more stories, and share God with the kids. For the second service I got a cup a water and told the kids that I would turn it into blood using my staff. They all got really excited and moved really close to the cup. It was great.

Sunday evening I was in the drama. It went well… I almost a little worried about memorizing my lines because I’m usually not really good at that, but I believed God would make it all work. Seems like that’s the only thing you really have to do.

Now my legs are sore from all the jumping during worship. I was doing bunny hops down the stairs at work–I finally figured out it would be easier to use the elevator.

This weekend was cool, but at the end of Plunge, and even today I still seemed to be weighted down with a lot of emotion baggage, stuff happening in my life. Although, it occurred to me tonight that maybe the problem is really that I choose to carry this baggage. It’s like every year there’s some baggage that I end up carrying my life, every year I screw something up, or fail something, or worse someone. I guess it’s inevitable. But for some reason I keep choosing to carry that weight with me… Why can’t I just leave it and drop it?

hmm… You know, I’d much rather carry a cross. It seems more appealing. I remember at Plunge during Easter I picked up the chained cross that was suspended in the air. In all honesty I thought it was light, and I’m a pretty small guy.

But God whispered to me, “I made you to carry this.”

Drop your baggage, pick up your cross…

Blessed is he
whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered.
Blessed is the man
whose sin the LORD does not count against him
and in whose spirit is no deceit.

When I kept silent,
my bones wasted away
through my groaning all day long.

For day and night
your hand was heavy upon me;
my strength was sapped
as in the heat of summer.
Selah

Then I acknowledged my sin to you
and did not cover up my iniquity.
I said, “I will confess
my transgressions to the LORD “—
and you forgave
the guilt of my sin.
Selah

Therefore let everyone who is godly pray to you
while you may be found;
surely when the mighty waters rise,
they will not reach him.

You are my hiding place;
you will protect me from trouble
and surround me with songs of deliverance.
Selah

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
I will counsel you and watch over you.

Do not be like the horse or the mule,
which have no understanding
but must be controlled by bit and bridle
or they will not come to you.

Many are the woes of the wicked,
but the LORD’s unfailing love
surrounds the man who trusts in him.

Rejoice in the LORD and be glad, you righteous;
sing, all you who are upright in heart!

Psalm 63

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