As a kid in the little church where I grew up, the “worship service” was the interminable hour of the week that, if suitably endured without complaint or fidget, would be followed by the biggest meal of the week, often with dessert, and a lazy Sunday afternoon free of schoolwork or chores. But that hour!
What a loss! I wish I knew then what I know now. Read more to discover the wonder of worship. ~ Scott Bengtson
“I think it’s time for a change,” he relayed, with a mixture of frustration, anger, and weariness written across his face.
I had sensed it for a long time, but had been waiting for confirmation from the Lord.
Maybe I had that all along, but fear of change kept me from acknowledging it. I can’t really be sure.
Can I be honest? I think I have a tendency to get caught up in the obsession of sameness.
Recently for my communications class I have been doing something called “genius hour.” It’s when you study an area of interest. I have been studying music’s effect on brain function. I have looked up a lot of information about rap, hip hop, and rock music. I was surprised that rap normally had a negative effect while hip hop boosted people’s emotions.
How do you cope when things in your life turn sideways, or make you feel tossed upside down? I remember those days. They’ve left me feeling like I’d been battered against the ocean floor unable to catch my breath on several occasions. [more]