our worship team.â
âBut Iâve never been on a worship team before. I donât even know most of the songs.â
âYou did fine on the last one with no practice. I have a feeling you could be teaching us, even on the ones you supposedly donât know. Did your old church not do contemporary songs?â
âActually, I havenât been going to church very long. Thatâs why I donât know very many.â
Paul knitted his brows as he tried to think. Heâd been asking God for a long time to do something with their worship team. They werenât very good, but they were the best the church had.
He turned to study Celeste. On the previous Sunday heâd been surprised when Adrian hadnât sat with them duringthe morning service. Now he knew why. Because Paul wanted to see this person who had pulled his friend away, he was more than happy when they had all sat together for the evening service.
He shouldnât have, but heâd paid more attention to Celeste than he had to the pastor. She was obviously unfamiliar with the flow of the service, yet she showed a lot of enthusiasm over things Paul had long considered routine. Sheâd even taken notes when Pastor Ron was speaking, something Paul hadnât done for a long time. Watching her had been a sad reminder of how easily complacency crept in.
He told himself that was about to change.
âI know youâre not sure, but I think it could work. We need you, and I think this is a good place for you to fit in, even though youâre new. Iâd really like it if we could all pray about it. Together. Right now.â
She glanced back and forth between all the guys. âWell⦠I guess so.â
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Celeste followed the men into the living room, unable to believe what was happening. She did want to join their worship team. The strength of that realization took her breath away. Because sheâd been working on becoming a professional musician, all Godâs music touched her.
But she hadnât been a Christian long enough to know about things like this. Not only was she a newcomer to this church, she was a newcomer to Godâs family. In addition to her new faith, everything in her life was in a state of flux. Because she tried to keep to herself, she wasnât even sure she was worshipping God properly. She had no one to ask if she was doing it right.
She doubted she was ready for the responsibility of being part of a team whose purpose was to lead others to praise and to worship God. Paul appeared to be a strong leader, so she would be under his tutelage, but she didnât know if that was enough.
Adrian and his friends sat on the couch and loveseat, leaving the easy chair for her.
Prior to praying with Adrian before they ate, and besides church, the only other time sheâd prayed with someone else had been with her motherâs neighbor, the woman whoâd told her all about God. Sheâd never prayed in a small group.
All the men folded their hands in their laps.
âLetâs pray,â Paul said, and everyone bowed their heads.
The room fell silent. Celeste covered her face with her hands and bared her soul to God. She told Him how much being a part of their team would fill her empty heart, more than replacing what she had given up. She praised Him for the new friendships she could see, beginning with Adrian and his friends. She had liked them all immediately. And strangely enough, she trusted them as a group. Singly, that might be different, but when they were all together, sheâd never felt more safe.
From her first step into Faith Community Fellowship, sheâd experienced an instant peace. She knew sheâd gone to the right place.
Adrianâs voice broke the silence. âDear Heavenly Father. I pray for your guidance for Celeste as she makes her decision. I pray for your kindness and mercy upon her in this, and every area of her life. Thank you for your