But back to the female acoustic guitar player.
We don't have one.
So at our retreats, we worship to album songs. I usually stand up in front and sing along and I typically invite someone else to stand up there with me. The problem is, I look like a complete and total dweeb.
So I guess my request is actually for a female acoustic guitar player who does not look like a total dweeb when she worships.
I want to be Jill McCloghry or Brooke Fraser or Amy Grant in my next life. If, you know, I believed in reincarnation and if, in said reincarnated life, I could come back as people who already exist. It's complicated theology.
But I think this is a situation where what is felt on the inside is not necessarily translated to what one looks like on the outside. Because, apparently, while I was worshiping the Lord, I thought I needed to hold my scarf down for fear that it might grow wings and fly away. And, also, I think I look a little more like I'm in pain and a little less like I'm in love.
So I'm taking applications for next year's worship leader, is what I'm saying.
But we did have a fantastic time with 38 women crammed into tight living quarters, praising our Savior.