Worship as the fuel of my soul
- Bailey
- Dec 15, 2014
- 2 min read
I am becoming progressively more grateful for music, particularly worship music that puts words and a beat to my own thoughts and feelings.
Sometimes I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I forget who gave them to me, and that’s when worship music transforms into an avenue of communication. Singing belting out words that didn’t come together in my mind, yet perfectly express indecipherable feelings is one of my favorite acts of worship.
It is one of my favorites because it means I focus so intently on the meaning of each word I sing that I can’t help but stand, dance, sing, kneel, shout in awe.
Experiencing worship like this on earth has ignited such a strong desire for the day when I can stand in heaven and spend eternity singing with the exact right words to express how I feel about my God. If worshiping while surrounded by sinfulness cultivates this much beauty and wonder in my life, then how much more awesome will worshiping in the midst of Perfection be?
So much more that my heart races as I try to put it into words. I will have the privilege to offer the most untainted, unhindered, and genuine praise to the King of kings, and to glorify Him in the purest, holiest way.
The Lord has revealed Himself to my heart in the clearest, most explicit ways this year; and with this He has, in a way, granted me access to whole new realm of worship not limited to Sunday’s warm fuzzy feelings.
He has taken my heart, set it on fire, poured it out, and laid it bare. Each of these acts produced acute pain, intense love, and immutable freedom–all on a brand new foundation of spiritual worship.
I trust Jesus more than ever, I am so confident in His Will that not a trace of doubt or fear or anxiety exists in my heart. He has taught me to dance, not walk, surrender, not go it alone, and trust, not doubt.
