I love music. Harmonies, melodies, lyrics, poetry. There’s something about the melodic rise and fall of notes and chords that speaks to a part of my soul that feels deeply and sees the world a little differently than most.
And for more years than I’d care to admit, my worship revolved mainly around music. It wasn’t always reverent. I didn’t always treat it or the object of my worship as sacred either. Even after all the years I spent growing up in the church, attending a Christian college, marrying into a full time ministry gig, I’m not sure I ever fully grasped the “what” of worship.
Not until my oldest son was born.
I was rocking him to sleep in a dark room about a week after we came home from the hospital. I was still in awe of this tiny little miracle (and sort of in shock that they just casually sent us home from the hospital with another human being!). I realized that I would do anything, absolutelyanything for this little boy who I’d known less than a week. I would give up my life for him without a second thought if it meant protecting him. Saving him.
Do you get it now? Do you get that’s what I did for you when I sent Jesus?
It was one of those rare moments where I could have sworn I heard God’s voice audibly. I cried tears of gratitude as all the years of unrecognized mercy and grace and acceptance came to the surface. I was profoundly changed by a new understanding of who God is.
And in that moment, I worshiped. There was no music, no instruments, no songs.
Finally responding to my Creator and Savior with all that He had created me to be. Responding to Him not just because of what He had done, but simply for who He is. Because at the heart of it, that’s what worship is: laying all of who you are at God’s feet for His glory. And suddenly worship went from being so narrowly defined in my mind, to something so wide and vast and deep, that I realized there’s hardly a minute of my life when I can’t worship.
Worship, for so many, has become that “thing” we do on Sunday mornings. Or even that service we attend. Or the songs that we sing. That’s such a shallow understanding of worship. God has so much more that He longs to hand you. He longs for you to see.
All of life, each moment that we choose to open our eyes and our hearts and recognize who God is and what He has done is a moment that we choose to worship. And every moment we take a breath is a moment made for worshiping.
Moms, do you get that we were created for this? That we were created for a life of abundance, of fullness…of worship? It’s easy to lose sight of that because most of our moments don’t feel like this. Most of our moments tend to feel mundane, routine, or just down right stressful.
But worship isn’t a feeling, and if we wait for our feelings to catch up so we can honor God, we might never do it. But I promise you, if you will slow down, you will see. You will find your moment of worship today. It may be fast and fleeting and if you’re not looking, you’ll miss it.
Just for a moment, try it. Try laying down all of who you are at God’s feet. Be grateful. Be humble. Be changed.
Because all is worship.