When I woke up this morning, I was anxious.
I didn’t know who I was. No, not in a scary, schizophrenic kind of way. I wasn’t at peace with who I was, my identity, and what I was called to do.
Every morning is marked by this stress, but especially Monday morning – the morning after I lead worship.
When worship goes well, Monday morning feels empty. I miss the compliments of the crowd. I miss the feeling of a job well done. I feel alone.
When worship is a train wreck (yep, it still happens sometimes), I feel like a failure. I feel like I shouldn’t be doing the things that I do. I’m a fake…a phony…I don’t have what it takes. It’s probably time for a new career.
Monday mornings. It’s quiet. And the silence is deafening to my ears.
There’s a
Worship Leader, when you hear “team devos”, what comes to mind?
When you hear the word “memorize”, you probably have one of two reactions.
This blog post is tough. Nobody likes to have difficult conversations and nobody likes to fire anyone.