Worship

There isn't much else in the world that can draw things back into focus for me more than music. Something about it just expresses everything I feel so perfectly, that it reminds me of truth. The truth of life, the truth of love, and, most importantly, the truth of God. His truth of grace, mercy, new identity, and the future all comes into perspective when my heart is turned toward Him in worship.

I don't know why I tend to forget this fact. (Forgetfulness seems to be a running theme for me). I enjoy worshipping, but sometimes I don't have time or I'm embarrassed that others may hear and it slips out of my daily routine. But I always get drawn back.

I'm not the most verbally expressive person you will ever meet, but when I am able to play or sing, somehow, I feel like I am able to truly express myself to God. Not that He doesn't already know me, because He does. But something about being engaged in the act of worship makes the communication seem clearer.

We're created to worship. We will always find something to worship, whether it's God, a significant other, or money. Everyone is looking to be heard and to be able to express in a unique way how they feel about something. That's why we have art, music, writing, dancing, everything.

What a gift to have something to offer God. Not that He needs it. He does not need anything from me. But I need. I need all the time from Him. And all I can offer Him some days is a song. Sometimes not even that. But when I can, it feels like a gift I can give. Maybe not all that good of one, but a gift for Him nonetheless. A gift for Him that He gives. It's like a child asking their parent for money to buy a Christmas gift for their parent. Crazy.

So, with what little ability I possess, I will sing and play for Him until I die. Because it's all I can offer.

I give you thanks, O Lord, with my whole heart;
before the gods I sing your praise;
I bow down toward your holy temple
and give thanks to your name for your steadfast love and your faithfulness,
for you have exalted above all things
your name and your word.
On the day I called, you answered me;
my strength of soul you increased.
All the kings of the earth shall give you thanks, O Lord,
for they have heard the words of your mouth,
and they shall sing of the ways of the Lord,
for great is the glory of the Lord.
For though the Lord is high,
he regards the lowly,
but the haughty he knows from afar.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you preserve my life;
you stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies,
and your right hand delivers me.
The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me;
your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever.
Do not forsake the work of your hands.
Psalm 138