Well, I went to church this morning, and I sang my songs. Even the one I was nervous/excited about. What a great song that was! I felt while doing it that the room was swallowing my sound; it's a very different sound to practice there on Tuesdays when the place is empty, or to sing to a friend in my living room.
I don't feel I did as well as I could have done. My voice felt strained as I tried to sing loudly enough for everyone to hear, and I missed a line and had to try to pass it off as if I'd done it on purpose. Still, even the people in the back could hear me, and people echoed in the right places, and little kids were dancing and clapping along. My wee brother informed me afterwards that I absolutely must try out for musicals.
I prayed before the song started, that the Holy Spirit be with me and make this song into something which is an acceptable offering to God and an acceptable gift to the church. This is my sacrifice-- my nervous self-consciousness, my awkwardness, and the song that I will sing as best as I am able.
It was not perfect. But it was acceptable, and it and I fulfilled our purposes this morning.