Ooops

This morning while leading worship, I was supposed to sing the line "heavenly storehouses ladened with snow."

But I got tongue tied or something, fumbled the lyric and sang "heavenly whorehouses ladened with snow."

Yes, I did. Right into the mike. Nice and loud.

I was so stunned for a moment I wondered, "Did I just sing whorehouse?" Then I hoped no one else heard... yeah, right.

I cracked a small smile a few times, fighting laughter, knowing to not, not, not look at Tony or over at Dave, my guitar player.

I'm sure this morning will be on heaven's blooper reel. God has a great sense of humor and visted us with His presence inspite of my "oops."