Confrontation to Restoration

I know who I am.

I will never forget the moment I was on stage, playing piano singing the words 'I know who I am, I know who I am, I know who I am, I am yours, I am yours and you are mine. " Even while singing the words I knew by heart, I was having a crisis. I was singing one thing, but my heart was saying "who am I? and "I don't know who I am anymore." I really didn't know who I was anymore, and that for me was terrifying. You see as a performer, I adapt to my surroundings. I am what I need to be in a situation, and my life was standing in a hole that needed to be filled at any given moment. Many people could never figure me out, because the truth is, I never was consistent in who I was. I was just what I needed to be in that season, I said the right things, did the right things and performed to the level of expectation that was placed before me. The issue being, I didn't know who I was, I was lost trying to please people. As I...

Cultivating a tribe: The woman with an issue

So I can remember my mom singing with a trio back in the day and the song started like this "A woman tried many physicians, but they could not help, so unto Jesus she came. And when the crowd they tried to restrain her, she whispered these words through her pain. Touching Jesus is all that really matters, than your life will never be the same. There only one way to touch Him, just whisper these words through your pain." Last week I talked about the women at the well, you know the one that really didn't care she was an outsider, whose life was a mess and yet when she met Jesus she was changed. Well this week I want to talk to you about a women with an issue that she couldn't control. A women that by her disease was made unclean and couldn't even go into the temple. She risked everything for the hope of being healed. You see when we look at a cultivating a tribe we need to look at the women with the issues. I relate with this women prob...

Collaboration Killers: Comparison

When I was nineteen years old, I tried out for American Idol. Yes, I went to the Browns Stadium in Cleveland Ohio, stayed the night and the next morning I sang in front of producers of the show. As the people were picked, they came up the stairs and sang for the whole crowd. It was an exciting experience as we waited all day to sing in front of producers for 30 seconds and then not be chosen. I tried out the year Carrie Underwood won, and although I did not make it past the first rounds, honestly I wasn't too upset about it. I just wanted the experience of trying out for a singing competition. As I left I saw people crying; they were devastated as all their dreams were crushed. I heard some of them; they were professional grade vocalists, no doubt. But it wasn't what the show was looking for, and so they were not chosen. Not being chosen caused them to cry, to mourn, to have crestfallen looks. ...

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