Lost in the speakers

Sunday night I headed down to street church ready to help out and have an awesome time (as usual). I was full of expectation. As the evening started to get underway I sat down in the corner behind the speakers waiting for my turn to sing. As I waited I began to look around. I soon found myself overcome with emotion watching all the friends we have made from the street. I watched Sandy dance, Uncle Herman tapping his foot to the music with a grin on his face, and so much more. I was watching so many lonley, hurting people finding comfort and acceptance here. Thinking began to turn into praying and as I was sitting there I was filled with thankfulness. I said a prayer for all the lost and forgotten, I said a prayer for the dedicated, loving volunteers. I asked God to continue to bless what we are doing here in our town. Scott motioned for me to come up and sing but I knew that if I tried you'd all be listening to a blubbering rendition of Johnny be good! That definitly would not make good dancing music! It's funny I came full of expectation and yet I was not able to get up and do what I usually do. I sat the whole time! I guess this time I was called to pray while lost in the speakers.