Read His Words Before Ours!
Sometimes, choosing to worship is the very last thing we want to do.
When we are struggling to worship with our one tongue, it’s difficult to fathom wishing for a thousand. I think if we’re honest, we all find ourselves here more often than we’d like to admit.
Sometimes, we may physically take a posture of worship, but
we are not there.
Sometimes, we may even sing the songs and raise our hands, but we are shielding our hearts from Him. Bruised and battered by the painful reality that this world is not our forever home, we would be lying if we claimed to never grow weary of the spiritual battle.
the mountain we face,
the illness we fight, or
the loss we suffer,
the temptation to succumb to apathy and resignation pulls at us.
Choosing to shut down and close ourselves off to Him feels so much less scary than drawing near to Him in our weakness.
My gracious Master and my God
Assist me to proclaim
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name
Following the loss of our daughter, my choice to worship in the face of everything that tempted me to withdraw and turn away was…terrifying. Stripped down, broken and bare,
it was all I could do to hold tight to Truth.
I felt empty, fractured.
The draw to give in to numbness rather than stay open in worship and allow Him to shine Light on my hurting places was powerful.
But Jesus. My sweet, redeeming Jesus.
Jesus, the name that charms our fears
That bids our sorrows cease
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears
‘Tis life and health and peace
The Spirit He placed within me cried out to worship Father for all the beautiful things that He is, even when I couldn’t see for all the tears streaming down. And you know what? He met me in that empty place. I gave Him my broken, and He held me. Holds me. Listen, loves: the most raw, real, heart-shaping times of worship I’ve experienced have always happened when I am at my most broken. And those sweet, precious times have instilled in me a hunger to seek those intimate places of worship humbly and often, and to lead others into those beautifully broken places with me.
He breaks the power of canceled sin
He sets the prisoners free
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me
He speaks and listening to His voice
New life the dead receive
The mournful broken hearts rejoice
The humble poor believe
Sometimes, we feel like we can’t show God our broken, our anger, our fear, our mourning. It’s not that we think He can’t handle it, but we have somehow bought in to this subtle lie that we shouldn’t show Him our broken.
But when we try to hide our hearts from him,
we are forgetting something so crucial:
Without Him, we are only ever broken.
Every single one of us.
When we finally set aside our defenses and kneel, quiet and transparent before Him, we declare His sovereignty. We make room for Him to move in us and for us and through us, which brings glory to Him.
So tell me sister, what is your broken place?
Financial distress, failing marriage, abuse, addiction, loss, illness, anxiety, fear, depression? Whatever name you give it, know this:
There is nothing too broken for Him to redeem.
Jesus. Your Name is honey on my lips. Your Spirit is like water for my soul. The things I’m facing are too much for me, but they are never too much for You. Holy Spirit, when I am deep in my valleys and can’t see my way out, cry out within me. Rise up in me and embolden me to worship when I feel like it’s all I can do to stand. I believe You are good, no matter what else happens. I believe that You are God. You are the hope of the world, and I choose to worship You in every season.
(Lyrics from “O For A Thousand Tongues to Sing” by Charles Wesley.)
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