5 minute Friday: on worship.
So I’ve finally done it, caved in and joined an online writing mob. We write for 5 minutes only, no editing, going back and erasing, just five minutes of pure thought, of linked words. If you write online, won’t you join me? Link back to me and share. It’s so good for you 🙂
I’m trying to teach myself to write more, and often. My last post was written on my iPhone in the car in 10 minutes (while Jay was driving obviously—car texting kills people), and I got a little dizzy but mostly happy that I’m learning to contain my thoughts into quick posts, perfectionism aside.
5 minute Friday is Lisa-Jo Baker’s answer to this, this writers block or not enough time to write today or laziness. It’s good. So here goes.
The topic this week: WORSHIP.
Coffee cup is nearly empty, pyjamas are wrinkled, rain is pounding outside and the house feels damp like its fall already. I think about worship, and in this moment, it’s just my life, it’s just Florence laying on the couch, babbling and wiggling her toes, and it’s just me, freshly awake, bed unmade. Worship, in the midst of this..
How often I make myself turn it all off, while she naps and the house is quiet. I must sit at His feet like this, like that. Sometimes this is good, sometimes it’s too much pressure and my eyes peel open and I sigh. I am not in the mood. How can I not be in the mood for worship?
And then it comes to me in truth, I worship all day sometimes. It looks like: an offering, a sacrifice of praise. When I go through the motions, when I stay inside all day long, under house arrest with a sick baby, not able to go anywhere, do anything, not in this season, not just yet. But I worship, in love and with thanksgiving, I pour out my euachristeo. I am thankful for this child, that I can serve her. My heart is always full when I go through all the steps of her care. I was made for this, this is motherhood too, and on tired days, this is my worship because my heart is in it, my heart is serving Him. This is meaningful and this is lighting candles and this is hands raised in the air and this is thanksgiving.
On tired days, this is my worship, and because of grace, He accepts it with in love and laughter. Because He is a good King, and how can I not pour it out in the midst.