On friday’s, we write for five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories that sneak out when we weren’t expecting.
This is Five Minute Friday, this is how we roll.
Worship
I was afraid it would stop before I was ready, afraid the music of heaven would fade or be drowned out by the noise of earth. Cupping my hands to my ear I prayed for you to keep going, I prayed for still feet and an abiding heart. It’s been still, quiet, but for your song.
I’ve bent low with my face to the floor and swung my head back with the sky kissing my chin and have worshipped you in all of your glory. Sometimes without words, and other times the words that are not my own, but that of a song or a Psalm.
Today I worshipped you for a moment as I scrawled vocabulary across the giant whiteboard in our school room. With each curve of my marker I recalled how that board ended up here, in my home. A prayer answered. A gift out of nowhere–it came from you, by your hand, you the giver of every good and perfect gift. I marveled and gave thanks again for it, for what it symbolizes. And I bowed my head and worshipped quietly while my boys jotted down facts about Augustus Caesar.
I’ve learned that worship can happen anywhere, over any small thing because it’s all a gift and so I must live in a permanent state of admiration and adoration of you.
All else feels empty, and vain, but for your name on my lips–
You’ve wrapped me in a circle of glory and met my every need and desire. You’ve opened my eyes and chipped away the dross from my heart. I want nothing but to worship you.
My life is yours, for you gave it to me.
My heart is yours for without you it would cease to beat.
My lungs breathe in your air because you fill me up.
I rise each day by the good and generous mercy of your unfailing love and so I will worship.
You, Lord are all I want.
Everything I need.
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Remembering that it really is all a gift- oh that is what my heart needs to hear! Thanks for such an encouraging post! 🙂
thanks, Angi. So grateful for your kind words.
Oh this is beautiful. I know this song too, friend. Oh how I know it too 🙂
Heather–so glad you do. It’s grace that washes over me every single day.
Worship can happen anywhere – yes! Seems many of us were on the same page tonight for FMF. 🙂
🙂 Funny How God works.
All I want. And indeed everything I need. Worshipping with you friend.
Beautiful, Jaque. I love the mental image I have of all of us friday night friends worshipping together–wow!
“I’ve bent low with my face to the floor and swung my head back with the sky kissing my chin and have worshipped you in all of your glory” ….these words…danced off the page and hugged my soul. Such a lyrical and gracious write. Thank you for these words…this morning. Visiting from Five Minute Friday!
Lisha, your comment is so kind and generous–thank you!!
Wonderful writing today girl. Very rich and meaningful. It’s so true that our worship can come from any where at any time and that all else seems empty. Great job.
Thank you, Debi. So grateful for you!
Dear Kris
A.W.Tozer said that when we offer everything we do daily as a gift of love to our Pappa God, then all we do except sin, becomes a holy act; life becomes a sacred.
Blessings XX
Mia
How I love Tozer. All of life is sacred. In Him we live and move and have our being…
Beautiful words, just beautiful. I offer all of me, all that I do, to Him as an act of worship!
Your love for Him is beautiful worship, Barbie.
Such beauty Kris, it stunned me really and I know it was sweet to the heart of God. Thanks for sharing.
This is beautiful. It is all a gift
Absolutely beautiful and raw. Awesome to read.
Heather – Stopping by from five mine friday. Have a great weekend!
What a beautiful gift worship is. So thankful that He is teaching me to is everything I do as worship. Love you words.
“All else feels empty, and vain, but for your name on my lips” Beautiful words and oh, so true.