Worship. In a small house group, I watch one woman sing with such joy. Tears, even.
Midlife at the time, I’ve fallen into unhealthy patterns. Critiquing content and structure. Or impatience with those leading in services and retreats.
Prideful. And forgetting priority.
Losing focus of the One we worship.
Growing conviction
This woman I’m observing, shows me her library of worship songs on her phone.
Talks frequently about absolute awe of the Lord. Her face, radiant. With love for the One and Only.
And I quietly sit in growing conviction.
Finally praying in my innermost heart one day.
“Lord, I want to love You like that. To worship You with my whole heart.”
Surprised by tears
He answers that simple heart cry.
I’m not sure when I notice.
Singing songs in church. At another gathering of believers. Or just sitting at the piano and singing “Jesus…” one day.
But awe for Him overwhelms me at the mention of His name. I’m surprised by tears. Overcome with deep joy.
Remembering all He’s done and all He continues to do.
“Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him….”
True worship
I thank the Lord for that woman and others like her. Pointing me to humble confession. And true worship. In Spirit and in truth. I’m still learning.
Psalm 100 reminds us to serve the Lord with gladness and come before Him with joyful songs.
Entering His gates. His courts. His presence.
With thanksgiving and praise.
Blessing His name.
“For the Lord is good, and his faithful love endures forever;
his faithfulness, through all generations.”
Psalm 100:5
What about you?
Do you get caught in a critique cycle, forgetting to worship? How has the Lord taught you to truly worship Him?
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8 replies on “Worship”
Beautiful testimony. Yes growing older with Jesus, we grow in love and joy in worshiping him. In his presence is fullness of joy. Praying and growing with you to love him more and more.
Amen, sister! Thankful for you.
Thanks for this. I, too, feel a critical nature in ascendency…every day a crisis somewhere, everywhere, not necessarily mine. Learning to ‘look up’, not around. May I gain new eyes to see Jesus, my Redeemer, and be renewed in my spirit.
Looking up makes all the difference. Grace to you.
Beautiful.
Thanks, sister!
On Sunday, the service had already begun when we walked in – my heart (and my feet) immediately began to move. I rejoiced – and tried not to be distracting to others! I think pandemic restrictions were the hardest – not being able to sing in a group. Every time I gather now, I am so grateful!
Love it! 🙂 Thanks for sharing, friend.