This morning as I was rushing into church, running late, berating myself because it was one of “those” mornings….

You know the one. You wake up tired because you stayed up too late.
Your hair isn’t cooperating no matter what you try, so you do the last-resort-pony-tail, and somehow even THAT wants to elude you.
You’ve got nothing to wear even as you stand in front of your obnoxiously full closet.
Your make up is not only NOT on point – it keeps smearing or smudging and the clock keeps ticking and THEN you start thinking there’s no point. You’re running late. You should just stay home.

And as you keep fumbling over yourself to put one foot in front of the other, the thoughts change. You start thinking how foolish you are to even CARE about any of the above points. How silly you’re being after the great week and weekend you’ve had. How going to church isn’t about your outfit, your hair, your makeup, or even your friends. It’s about WORSHIPPING Jesus.

As you force yourself into the car, roll out the driveway, you think about how you know the worship team is singing YOUR SONG today.

THE song.

Your Victory Song – the song of your story – the song that is your cry of what He’s done in your life – “We’ve Won” – and on the day they are playing your song you’re gonna be late?!?!? What kind of Christian are you!

You know the morning – or is it just me?

So it’s THAT Sunday morning I’m having as I’m rushing into church – with all of these thoughts tumbling around in my brain – my heart determined to cling to the truth that these thoughts were just distractions to pull me away from fellowship and worship – here is where she stopped me with her big beautiful smile.

“I have something for you”.

The unexpected gift of an interruption to my internal dialogue. The tidal wave crashing in and washing out all of the noise.

I don’t know if she knows about my thing for cups. She clearly knows my thing for sparkle.

And she didn’t have a clue about my morning being THAT morning.

But you know who did?

Our Heavenly Father.

As I held this precious gift, I walked into the sanctuary to hear my song. To worship with the family of God and listen to a message calling us to share our stories – because in sharing our stories we share Jesus.

I made sure to tell her afterwards – to let her know how God used her this morning to be a blessing beyond what she could know, hoping it would in turn bless and encourage her as she had me.

And now everytime I drink from my new sparkly cup – I’ll think of her – and of this morning – and remember again “We’ve Won”.

We’ve Won – by Corey Voss & Madison Street Worship

In Love & Faith,
RaZella