The Mic Came UnPlugged

Sometimes the call doesn’t come with clarity — it comes with a nudge, a moment, a mic you didn’t expect to hold.

I recently had a dream I can’t stop thinking about. I was at an event — not as a speaker, not as a host. I was just…there. Behind the scenes. And suddenly, the organizers needed someone to pray over the audience. Out of everyone, someone pointed at me. “You,” they said. “Come pray.”

So I walked out, took the mic, and started to pray. And to my surprise— it flowed. It felt full. It felt like it mattered. I could hear the people responding, cheering even. I thought: Is this really happening? Am I really doing this? But then…the mic cut out. No sound. I was still praying, but no one could hear. Something had come unplugged.

We scrambled, found the issue, and reconnected it. I picked the mic back up, apologized, and kept praying. And the people cheered again. The woman who had chosen me came over afterward and said, “Wow. You really are good at this.”

What It Stirred in Me

When I woke up, the feeling stayed with me — that strange mix of surprise, vulnerability, and quiet strength.

I don’t always feel like the kind of person who should be handed a mic. I stumble over words. I second-guess my thoughts. I wonder if someone else could say it better. And yet… in that dream, someone saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself.

And even when the mic cut out — even when it felt like my voice wasn’t being heard — the prayer didn’t stop. The connection was still there.

That moment reminded me: faith isn’t about perfect delivery. In fact often times it is messy - filled with doubt, fear, and worry. It’s about showing up, speaking anyway, and trusting that God fills in the silence.

What It Might Mean for You

Maybe you’ve felt like that too — like someone accidentally picked you, like you’re not spiritual enough, not ready enough, not whatever enough to lead or speak or be seen.

But maybe… you’re more ready than you think.

Maybe you’re exactly the kind of person God calls — someone who’s aware of their weakness, someone who hesitates and still says yes.

And if you’ve ever felt like your voice didn’t matter — or like it got lost along the way — I just want to say: keep going.

The mic might have been unplugged for a moment, but your voice was never disconnected from the One who called you.

A Closing Prayer

God,

Thank You for the gentle ways You remind us of who we are.

For choosing us even when we feel unsure.

For letting us pray through fear, through silence, through small starts.

Help me keep picking up the mic —not to impress, but to serve.

Not because I’m perfect, but because I trust You’ll meet me there.

Amen.