Why Does It Come Back To Worship?

I’m unwinding. Beautiful day. Sun shining. Been in the car for about five hours. Right now Micki is driving and I’m blogging on my iPad. Sometimes technology is a drag. Too much connectivity. Too much noise. But this is not one of them.

Last night Mick and I redeemed a $25 itunes gift card from Christmas. I needed some new music. What I needed was to worship. I just didn’t know it.

As we downloaded some new music, I started to get excited about some time to simply be quiet and still. My soul, body, and mind are empty. It seems these days that’s a default. I know I’m giving it all for the Kingdom in this new leadership role. I know my family are making concessions. But I winder sometimes if we are all doing too much on our own. After all, Abba called us to this mission field in Indianapolis, right? So He will provide, won’t He? I think I remember something in the Bible that talks about that a few places…

“I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land. I will not leav… http://read.ly/Gen28.15.NIV

“It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.” http://read.ly/Ps18.32.NIV

I love the song above.  It’s the new fresh anointing for my soul.

“If you want it, come and get it, for crying out loud.  This love that He has given was never in doubt.  Let go of your heart, let go of your head and feel Him now.”

If He calls us, He makes the way, yes? No matter where? No matter when? Remember this truth, because it is solid. Jesus is the source. The sole Source. I know my weariness and fatigue usually are tied to independent living. It’s my wiring. Probably a life-long battle. The independence leads to the valley. To dry bones. To hardness of the heart.  But doesn’t worship melt some of that away and help us move back to the place we need to be?  As I think about revival of the heart and the church, it began many times with confession.  For me, I can’t worship without starting there.  Worship helps me get to the place where I can, as John the Apostle did, rest my head on Abba.

Abba, I’m in the middle of a storm.  I’m distracted by the waves, the sound, the wind, and the effects of people around me.  Help me to not be independent.  Help me to steer my eyes on you.  You are my strong place.  I love your presence.  Come and fill and refill me.  Guard my family.  My mind.  My heart.  Arm me with strength to make my way perfect.  For your honor and glory.  And for your Kingdom.

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