a parking lot in Seattle

God put a call in my life at an airport, in parking lot, in Seattle. He said, “I’m calling you to holiness.” And I said, “But, Lord, aren’t I holy? I mean, but, people have told me I’m holy. I must be holy.”

But there wasn’t any answer.

Naw, I wasn’t holy. I was serving myself.

I was serving myself…

I was serving myself…

I was serving myself…