Marshmallows

I'm not usually a fan of marshmallows (unless they're toasted) and yet here I am munching away on some. Why is it sometimes we do stuff that we don't really like, and don't really have to? Why am I eating marshmallows when I don't particularly like them? Perhaps it's out of boredom, perhaps there's a marshmallow shaped hole in my stomach. Who knows.

I went to the NRG/Youth/Young Adults end of year bash thingo tonight. We have a LOT of leaders. Our leadership team is bigger than most peoples whole youth groups. Not that it means very much, but it was just interesting. I love our leadership team. I love those quite achievers, the ones who just do what needs doing without needing acknowledgement, knowing that what they do is for God himself. People like Rambo, Jason O'Neil, Matty Felay, Boof, Eddie, Sarah R. and Alina C. They go unseen much of the time, but in them I see the power of a servant heart, true leaders. They inspire me. Some of them were honoured tonight, after a long slog. They have endured when no-one but God was watching.

I'm listening to "Hallelujah" off Hillsong's album "For All You've Done". We've played it countless times at youth and church, but I still cannot get over the way my heart responds to it. I never want to stop singing Hallelujah to my king. The awe, the intimacy, the desire. I never want to lose it, never want it to fade.

Hallejujah

Saved by Your mercy
Found in Your grace
Totally surrendered to Your embrace
And there's nothing more than You

See Your perfection
I'm lost in Your peace
Your faithfulness sings over me
And Your love is the light of my soul

And I lift my eyes to You
Creator of the world

And I stand in awe of You
Of Your glory
And I live to worship You
Son of God, King of heaven

And the angels round Your throne
Cry out holy
To the One who is to come
Hear us sing hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah