Over the past 2 months I have really begun to appreciate worship with the father. Part of our ministry in Craiova Romania was spending time in worship and prayer with God every morning. We got to praise the Lord together, dance, jump, clap, and sing at the top of our lungs to the creator of the universe. The one who breathes life into every person and desires a relationship with everyone even though we were once unworthy. Worship is a gift. What are we here on earth for except to thank the Lord for our existence in the first place? Letting every action and word we do or say glorify him.
Worship doesn’t always have to be the same, it is more than singing songs. I am so thankful that I have had the opportunity to experience that here, because it opened my eyes to how I want to have my mind focused on the Lord so that I am always in worship of him. One of our nights when we had worship we painted, journaled, prayed, and sang to the Lord. I honestly can’t believe that’s my life. I get to sit in the presence of God casting every doubt, fear, and struggle at his feet to leave it in his capable hands because mine are incapable.
My favorite time of worship to the father was one morning where instead of singing the same song we each sang different ones. The room was filled with an abundance of words, voices, and sounds as each person sang at the top of their lungs to the song playing in their earbuds. I like to close my eyes when I worship because I know for me it helps me focus and sit in reverence for the Lord. That morning was a moment where I could only hear myself yet when I opened my eyes I became overwhelmed by the community of people around me. We were asked to keep our earbuds in our ears the whole time, but I took about 5 minutes to listen to the people around me. Even though each song was from a different key, each voice warmed my ears with it’s harmony. Each person in the room symbolized a different instrument and came together to create a beautiful symphony.
Even though worship isn’t for me and it is for the father I have just realized how sweet God is. Even though he doesn’t have to, he fills me. It’s a time when I get to feel his presence, be touched by a love and a comfort that is unmatched. I get to be filled by his spirit that he so graciously placed on the earth. The gift of his spirit that makes it possible for me and everyone to have a connection to him. The blessing to know I have an attainable bond with the Lord that I didn’t have to earn. It is just given and I get to accept it. I never want to lose my desire to feel that and know that.
Wow. That sounds like an amazing experience. I am so glad that you are learning and deepening your walk with the Lord, growing in closeness and understanding. I love you.
Alyssa, I enjoyed yur post so much. Even though your family misses you, I can see that you are growing in your faith and blessing others. You are a wonderful and special woman, and your Grandpa loves you a milliopn (probably more).
Oh my precious granddaughter, your faith awes me. I praise Him so deeply for what He is doing in you and through you. You are testifying to each of us and watering seeds of faith. I am so honored to be your grandma. I love you forever. ?