I stood from the platform amazed at the way God was directing my mind, my words, and my heart. I had not understood, prior to worship, exactly what He wanted of me. I began to see clearly words of “leaving the 99.” Words about “drinking from His cup,” and words of a “reckless” love that beckoned an agreement to allow Him to “wreck” anything He needed to in our lives.

 

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a woman kneel at the altar while I sang. I recognized her from the day before. She had spoken to me with a joy of heart about a desire to sing and had some questions.

 

I felt the Lord touching her as I sang…as if He was anointing her and ordaining her in that very moment. I had a choice to make. Continue on…or stop and pour into her.

 

I looked into her eyes as I sang of Christ and I saw the same longing I knew in my own heart. “Could it be that He might use me in this way?” I heard faintly the Lord say, “Songbird.”

 

For a few moments I began to share with her- as the rest listened in-the call of a worshipper. Do not settle for being a singer. Become a vessel to which He pours in all manner of His heart for the sake of others. I knew she must understand His desire was for messengers…in this hour that would carry Him to the byways and highways. I had to share with her that I am not “for hire.” You must be a “sent one.”

 

You must understand that when He says GO you GO even if it’s on your own dime and your own time. He has to be Master and King of her heart.

 

She had to understand the cost of her song. It would be a steep price few would understand. She would have to fore sake the platforms of pleasing people and please Christ alone. He would choose her songs and He must control all things. She must learn to be a vessel for His use.

 

His mission would never lead her to performance…. only to a pouring out where a mere song lyric would deposit healing into a weary heart, or a tough challenge to a wandering soul.

 

I saw in her eyes the tears swell and I knew her pain. The tears began to stream and healing was happening right before my eyes. She knew He saw her. She was finally seen….

 

I told her of Hush Little Baby and the kind of music pain would give her. She had already lived an entire life of pain I could never understand, yet in that moment Christ began to bind her heart wounds and offer life to those places of loss.

 

Today, I sit in bed resting….and pondering all He did in many….including me….and again I sit astounded with a tear-stained pillow of how mindful He is of us each.