All Your ways are good
All Your ways are sure
I will trust in You alone
Higher than my sight
High above my life
I will trust in You alone
Thank God. He always shows up.
Worship is the conscious decision to take our eyes off our own performance, good or bad, and focus on His glory.
Noted on the back of my door.
What I miss most about pre-residency life is regular fellowship. Counting the months until I can regularly attend a church worship gathering.
I can’t wait until worship is our job. It seems in this world everything is warring for our attention and affections. Makes me look forward to Home. In the meantime, I hope to start and end every day in His presence, so that I begin and end in Him.
Similarly: I love this.
Two friends of mine who happen to be very good at challenging, inspiring (& persuading ;) others recently gave me a challenge that intrigued me. That challenge is simply this: post a picture everyday of something beautiful. What self-respecting photo-loving girl could say no to that?
Great things come to those who wait (on the Lord). The Lord Himself comes, in fact.
Plus side of driving an hour to church and being half an hour late: 30 extra minutes to belt solo worship on 90 prior to entering corporate worship. And to make fellow travelers smile in the next lane.
I realized today that like most Christians, I worry far too much about what my actions make people thing about God. As an aside, I worry far too much about everything — since we are instructed not to worry about anything as believers. But back to worrying about how my actions reflect on God. It seems that God can handle what people think about Him, as He exists entirely separately and infinitely beyond me. I would do better to consider my own view and exaltation of God: this is worship. And it is the principle calling of all humanity, and especially of Christians. I must worship. I don’t need to make God look good. I can’t, in fact. I can just get out of the way and raise my hands to point towards the only true good: the only true God.
Tears of wonder streamed down my face as I thought of how good our God is. How beautiful. How gracious. How patient. So worthy of praise. I was overwhelmed, at once, by the beauty of it all.
“This is the life I want to give you, Elizabeth. A life of worship.”
And what an incredible life it is. How had I spent so many years living any other way?
God’s worthiness of worship does not change with my circumstance.
Wattchiong the sunrise on the way to work, this prayer escaped my lips today.
“God,You are so lovely. Help me to make time to be in Your presence. I’m tired of being a second-hand Christian.”
It’s amazing how much bad attitude can be vanquished by five minutes in God’s presence.