Last Sunday Leading

It was a strange morning this past Sunday, as it was my last morning leading worship at San Gabriel. I took extra notice of everything as I went about my normal routine, but it's always kind of funny how these events that seem "epic" in our minds end up being so normal. It was a great morning, with Pastor Steve preaching from Psalm 150, and then we responded with a tremendous time of singing; it was amazing. Then we tore down the sound equipment and put it all away; then it was over, that was it, I was done.

Same thing at Pray N Praise that night. It was a great time of singing and praying, and again, I noticed all the little things I'd been so used to doing over the years, and noticed that this was the last time I'd do them.

Anyways, in no way does this change the excitement and anticipation I have for where God is leading me, but it's just a weird conflict of emotion in me; a jumbled mess of excitement, sadness, nostalgia, and confidence in God's plan.

(Me and my brother at my last Pray N Praise)


(Me and Bethy, Conor, Josh, Daniell, & Tash)



Paul