privilege, not pressure

Friday already.

Most working folk tend to think more in terms of it being Friday at last. The weekend approaching, time off work. Great.

But Fridays don't do that for me.

I'm thinking, it's Friday already, and Sunday's coming fast. Where on earth has the week all gone?

I've been seeing that many folk this week, and doing so many things, that there's not been much time for preparing the message the Lord wants to bring on Sunday.

So today's been largely set aside for that.

No one around. In the main. Which means there's time and space - quiet and uninterrupted time - to listen to the Lord.

You can't really do that at speed. And you can't really do that too well when there's loads of different people all around.

And the people here - myself included - we're always really eager to be hearing what the Lord is saying to us. They come expectant, every Sunday service.

Expecting God to speak.

No pressure!

Well, not really. I can't make God speak myself. But I can get in the way of him speaking, I guess. By not listening well enough myself.

So that's what today's been about. Listening hard and long to hear the voice of God.

Pressure?

No, not pressure, but privilege.