Tuning In

Last spring it was all I could do to raise my voice above a whisper during worship.



This struck me this morning when I found myself unable to not sing along - even though the band was only running a sound check. I still can't carry a tune, but somehow that doesn't matter anymore. The line between "quality" and "best i can do" has begun to blur in my mind, and I wonder what that says about God's acceptance of the most humble offerings.