Lavender Flag

Sunday before church, the verdict in my heart was that I was not going.

I didn't have time.
I didn't care to hear preaching.
I wanted a break.

So I went.

And I really wasn't that moved by much. My heart was hardened. I explicitly stated to God that I was not in the mood. Yet his presence met me, through a little boy.

Worship was similar to previous Sundays. Nothing new. The choir sang, accompanied by instrumentals. But, for the first Sunday in all of the Sundays I have been to Sanctuary (which now has totaled to approximately 20), a little boy with downs syndrome was waving his small lavender flag to the music. His movements matched perfectly to the music. He swayed and danced, smiling and laughing.

And it made me think of how I do not offer myself fully up to God because of my unrighteousness. I am not perfect, so why would God want me. But I need to wave my flag. I need to offer my unholy self to Him. I need not be perfect. I need only to be.

Oh, it also helped my heart that the choir sang one of the most relevant songs to my life.
The Lord Is Blessing Me: Right Now, Right Now