I woke up hearing this song playing in our bathroom.

It got my attention - I don’t even know why…

…and then, when I went to YouTube to watch ole Faith sing it as only she can, I noticed her glancing at the monitors……probably a teleprompter of the words.

I recognized it because I’ve done it a million times - even when I’m singing a song I know like the back of my hand - still….

….sometimes I glance down - like I’m looking for something more than just words - like I’m searching for a friendly face or something to reassure me.

But, of course, then the lights do go down -and I make my way back to my seat.

Sometimes it feels too soon.

Other times it’s a relief.

I know there’s a difference (and way more than one, mind you) between Faith and me -

She sings...wow, does she ever sing!

I worship.

So, when the lights go down, I’m okay with being on the other side - in the darkness.  I’m okay with being left to my own thoughts…..my own worship - with no one critiquing my performance or thinking “who let her go out of the house like that!!??”

Some say it’s lonely there, after the lights.  I think it can be way lonelier when you’re being blinded by their harshness (may be why I close my eyes so much). It’s softer and cooler on the other side of the lights.

So, let them go on down…….

Peace.