I was a broken man on Sunday. I had a fight with my son before church, as we were going to church, and when we arrived at church. I felt absolutely out of control. On this day, I felt hopeless and helpless. I was perfectly prepared for worship.
I came to the Father that morning with a broken heart and shattered spirit. I usually worship with scattered thoughts and lists of announcements and the task of memorizing visitors names. I could only look to God for help on this day. As I stumbled through my pastoral prayer I found myself without words, but I prayed. As I began to speak, God gave me words beyond my preparation. When I showed up, God did too.
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