instruments

In the air... 

The dirt...

The synthesizers and keyboards...

And especially the hearts of the people.

Worship is Alive on this continent.

While in Africa...

My heart was taken to deeper levels.

Filling me with ache and desire...

To bring my song before The King.

Yielding...

Even in regards to sacrifice and offerings.

Waiting for His timing...

A lesson I continue to be taught.

Experiencing first hand...

Sometimes the most unlikely tools...

Are the ones He uses...

To grind off the rough edges...

In order for His perfect fit to be made.

Oh...

I'm still in need of much sanding...

Much washing...

Amazingly He chooses...

To tabernacle in this raggedy ole' tent of mine.

Opening doors more fully...

To what's really inside.

He is all I want.

He is all I need.

He is all I crave...

And I desire to live this life as His instrument.

Wholly devoted.

Laying my All down...

Watching and waiting in childlike faith. 

For more of Him.