I ran into someone who knew me twenty years ago.

They asked,

“Do you still lead worship?”

I said,

“Every week.”

They smiled and said,

“Good for you for sticking with it.”

Sticking with it?

That’s an odd thing to say.

Like it was a hobby.

Like it was a gym membership.

Like something I managed not to quit.

But worship was never something I stuck with.

He stuck with me.

Most things lose their shine.

I did in my eyes… not His.

New TV.

New car.

New phone.

I spent months researching OLED vs LCD.

Brightness.

Sound systems.

Reviews.

Finally bought the perfect setup.

A year later?

I watch Netflix on my phone. 🫣

Because what once felt amazing

eventually becomes… normal.

Even hunger works like this.

Tonight (yes, April 10) I had $60 worth of Uber Eats in my cart.

I was convinced I needed it.

I decided to wait.

Then I ate dinner at home. (Aimee came home and said there was food in the fridge)

So we ate.

And just like that…

The craving disappeared.

Desire fades

once it’s satisfied.

But worship hasn’t faded.

It’s gotten deeper.

Way less nerves.

Less striving.

More peace.

Because I stopped trying to earn my place

and started living from love.

I used to wonder if I was disqualified.

Now I realize:

If God only used qualified people,

there would be no one left.

I didn’t stick with worship.

He stuck with me.

Through insecurity.

Through striving.

Through seasons off the stage.

Through doubt.

And somehow…

What started as something I had to do

became something I get to do.

A song doesn’t worship God.

People do.

And when you know you’re loved…

Worship stops being an activity

and becomes a response.

See you next Friday.