And the Award for Most Awkward goes to...

...me. I don't know why I'm so awkward around him. I guess it's a mixture of me having a mind full of thoughts, hopes, questions, etc., coupled with our crazy limited personal interaction (wish there was more). With familiarity comes some comfort and a deeper level of understanding of a person in more than one sense or dimension. Not only do you get to know them verbally, but spatially as well... You see how they relate to the space around them. Tonight, though, at the International House of Prayer in Tally was so beautiful. The music that poured out of that man's heart and into that place was so wonderful. God has truly gifted him with worship. I was so moved by it that I could not look upon his face... Which is good though, because it wasn't a concert. I wrote copiously in my prayer journal many of the things on my heart. Admittedly I was afraid to look at him for fear of what he might detect in my eyes.