FMF: Worship

It's Friday. One of my favorite writing days, because it's writing with abandon.  Free writing with Lisa-Jo Baker and encouragement and good reading with friends I've never met. 



Worship.

I grew up thinking worship was a place- going to Worship service.  We had worship today.  A place you had to enter into with your Sunday clothes on and good attitude and perfect prayers.  The word eluded my understanding.  I watched and wondered how I could get worship right.  I was looking for something concrete to identify with. 
And then I stopped trying to find it- and I experienced it.  Really experienced it.  The I can't hold my insides together because I just love you so much kind of feeling and I didn't care where I was or who was around or if I did it right- because it wasn't about me anymore, it was all about Him.

Once you've experienced true worship you want more of it.  And you learn it isn't a go to place, it's a right here right now place.  It looks different and it looks the same. 

It can be anywhere.  Riding down the Interstate with hands (just one really) lifted high because Holy Holy Holy is blaring through my radio I just can't stop praising Him because I know that He alone is.

Or, its the poopy pants that some days make me crazy- and other days take me to my knees in gratefulness for the boys who live and breath and call those pants their own- and I worship their creator for giving me the privilege of being mom and am awed at the responsibility and I'm a mess of I can't do this God and thank you for being my strength and the conflict of my own self is so woven together I can't make sense of it.

Worship isn't something you can always see- but sometimes it is and the sight can take your breath away.  Like 20,000 women singing praise to the King in a cramped coliseum.  Or standing in the sand with the mighty sea crashing at your feet.  Nobody but God could do that.

Or it's in the sun shining between the branches of the big oak trees warming my skin on a day when I wish God could literally wrap His arms around me.. and I realize He is.

Worship is whenever and wherever I am connecting to God Almighty by simple acknowledgement- HE.IS.ALL; be it a whisper or a shout. 

And it is concrete--- a solid foundation for my relationship with Him. 

Happy Friday y'all!