Just Worship

“Just Worship” that is my word for 2020.

Unanswered prayer? – Just worship.

Another dawn with an unopened box of promise? – Just worship.

“What if’s” that takes away my breath? – Just worship.

Pain that steals sleep? – Just worship.

Worship is not a song, not a dance, not something to do.  It is an attitude, a posture of awe of who God is – His holiness and His glory. 

I found the New Year turning the page on a new decade with the wellspring of my heart clogged with an offense that was like cement.  I used every tool that I knew but the simmering fear was evident and the seething wrestle continued.  Fasting just made me hungry.  Reading my Bible was like peering into a bowl of alphabet soup.  My prayer time consisted of begging to feel the One that I love to hold me close. 

What started as a way to soothe my granddaughter became the assistance that I needed.  I started streaming the prayer room from the International House of Prayer (https://www.ihopkc.org/prayerroom/).  After 3 days of sometimes listening, sometimes watching, most of the time being in the background, I noticed a shift.  I finally had a God dream.  I finally heard a word of knowledge. 

I was reminded that “The Lord rests on the praises of His people.”  When I couldn’t praise, much less worship, I had the opportunity to open a river of worship in my house.  Angels take the word of the Lord like arrows and carry them deep into the places of darkness. The faithful singers and musicians filled my home with the awe of a Holy God. 

“There is a river that flows from the throne of God whose streams delight” (Rev. 22:1-2) which is the Holy Spirit (John 7:37-38).  When I started streaming, even when I wasn’t home, the river started flowing in my house. 

He led me to the “green pastures and still waters” (Psalm 23) when I didn’t know how to get there.  Sometimes, I just have to get out of my head, out of my heart, and let my spirit connect with His Holy Spirit. 

I can’t help but quiver as I behold the evil on display in our world, the wars, and rumors of wars, the storms in people’s lives all around us, and the evidence of plotted deception. The question is not if we will be offended but when we will be offended.

Can I trust the leadership of Jesus when I don’t understand? When I don’t feel heard?  When I don’t feel loved? 

How will I hold my heart, my mind this year?  How can I respond with righteousness?   

“Lord Jesus, I cry out to you, come be Lord of my heart, my mind, my body. 

Come be Lord of my family, my marriage, my ministry. 

Come be Lord of the idols of striving, of agendas. 

Come be Lord of the well-spring of my heart. 

And I will “just worship” You.”