This week I had the privilege of going to Memphis to see Lauren Daigle in concert. It was her first concert for her first headline tour, A Night With Lauren Daigle, so it was a big deal for me to be there. On top of Lauren Daigle being one of my role models and loving her music, this was the first time I got to see her in concert. It was all just a huge deal for me.

I was stoked to get to see her. When she first came on stage, it took me a few minutes for it to process that the Lauren Daigle was only six rows away from me. I was out of my wits. She was such a real, honest, funny person with a gigantic heart and genuinely loves her fans and doing the Lord's work. It was surreal to witness her love and compassion and humor--and I almost got lost in it. I was so busy admiring Lauren Daigle, I forgot why I was there.

Sure, it was to see and hear Lauren. I preordered the tickets back in June for this show--I wasn't about to miss it for anything. But I got so caught up in that, and actually being so close to Lauren that I could see the color of her eyes, that I forgot--Lauren wasn't there so people could admire her. She was there to do what she does day after day, week after week: lead followers of Christ in adoration and worship of Him.

That's really what I was there for, I realized. It was amazing to get to worship with Lauren Daigle (LAUREN DAIGLE Y'ALL), but it wasn't about her, it was all about Him.

That really flipped me on my head and convicted me. I spent the rest of the night in complete worship, so raw and powerful like I'd never felt before. It was uplifting, inspiring, refreshing. I didn't want it to end.

Then I got to thinking. In that church auditorium, we got to experience worship. We got to sing under the presence of our Savior, the Star-Breather, the Creator of this whole universe. The thought left me speechless. He graced us with His presence and filled the room and welcomed our worship when we aren't even worthy to speak His name.

And if there was ever anything that could humble me, it was that. Think about it. Even as Christians, we don't even come close to deserving to speak our Father's name, let alone worship in His presence. We're filthy, weak, broken people with dry bones and dead souls until we cry out to the Savior and cry for His rescue. How are we deserving to be able to sing to and worship Him, and He gladly gives us His presence?

We're not. Honestly, we'll never be able to do anything to deserve anything close to such a beautiful thing. But that's the thing--He sees that we have surrendered our lives to Him, and that we choose to worship Him (and however we choose to worship, too) so He gives us His presence. He sends it to us because He wants to.

It's His gift. His presence is a present. It's like a parent watching his/her child tearing through the wrapping of the presents on Christmas. He delights in giving it to us. He delights in blessing us with it. He delights in watching us worship under it.

How amazing and exciting and humbling is that? And we are so quick to forget it. I pray that we as God's people will never forget that His presence is easily found and given. Because it took me to my knees to even think of such a thing, and I'll never feel worship the same way again.

So, yeah. It's pretty crazy the things you discover at a Lauren Daigle concert.