Not me, but you

I was asked to share a message at church on Sunday. Anything that God put on my heart. Last week I spent a lot of time in prayer and reading the bible, but nothing jumped out at me. Finally I had to prepare a message on my own. I had to say something. But I knew they were my words, nothing more.

At the last minute, an hour before I left for church on Sunday, I knew exactly what I was supposed to share. I was surprisingly calm, even though I only had a few minutes to prepare. When a message comes from the Holy Spirit, it is so much easier to prepare.

When it came time to walk up to the altar and speak, I was excited. There was no sense of nervousness at all. It's fun to share a message when it's not your own!