So I had a metaphorical mishap in church today. Toward the end of the service, it was time to sing the Doxology, which is one of my favorite hymns. The organ geared up (and my heart smiled) and I started to sing at the top of my (surprisingly) joyful lungs.
My friend David of course made fun of me for being impatient with God’s blessings, but where does the line lie between exuberance and impatience? I’ll admit that it’s often a challenge for me to not get the Gimmes with God, But I swear that in this moment, at least, I was only eager to praise.