𝘉𝘺 𝘒𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘋𝘢𝘯
For about 14 years now, I’ve been singing for the Lord through the Feast (WFA) Music Ministry. Fourteen years of worship. Fourteen years of “yes.” Fourteen years of offering my voice back to the One who gave it to me.
And even after my stroke… I am still here. Still standing. Still singing.
I may not be able to hold the microphone properly anymore. There is always a mic stand in front of me now — a quiet reminder of what my body can no longer do on its own. But every time I step onto that stage, I am reminded of something greater:
God is not finished with me yet.
There is a different kind of feeling when I sing for the Lord now. It is deeper. Softer. More surrendered. Before, I sang with strength. Now, I sing with dependence.
And somehow, it feels more powerful. Because worship is no longer about ability. It is about availability.
There are moments during praise and worship when I cannot fully explain what happens in my heart. It’s as if heaven leans closer. As if every lyric becomes a prayer. As if my weakness becomes an altar. “Lord, this is all I have. And it is Yours.”
The mic stand may hold the microphone — but it is God who holds me.
Every Hallelujah carries a story. Every note carries healing. Every song carries gratitude. I sing not because I am strong and talented. I sing because He is faithful.
I don’t know how many more years I will be able to do this. But as long as there is breath in my lungs, there will be praise on my lips.
Like it says in Psalm 150:6, “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”
And I do. I will. Until I can.
Hallelujah. To God be the glory. 
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