I tried to do this in five minutes. I really did. After all, I’m a Christian woman who holds strongly to my faith. I base my work on my belief that we serve others. I raise my children through prayers that God will parent more strongly than either my husband or I do.
So I should be able to write about worship with a mere snap of my fingers.
However, I stalled.
Worship.
My mind flew back to a Bible study where they told me I needed to start each day with an uninterrupted hour of worship with God. I stayed quiet as long as I could. But then I blurted out that I didn’t have an uninterrupted two minutes to go to the restroom without little hands shoving their fingers under the door, let alone an uninterrupted hour.
Wonderful words of wisdom that visitors handed me while visiting Andrew and I during hospital stays haunt me. They said, “don’t forget to spend worship time with God each day.” But my mind struggled with details and worry and when I opened the Bible, the words blurred and my brain absorbed nothing.
Relax and worship? Not as easy as it sounds.
How many church services was I able to sit through without interruption during the last 18 years of child-rearing? How many times had I started on my own personal worship time only to be stopped by somebody needing something from me?
Worship?
I grabbed worship moments when I could manage. On a morning walk – I talked and walked with God. I seized the silence while hanging my laundry on the line in my back yard. I listened to praise songs on the way to the grocery store. I sang with my kids at every opportunity. At night, when I tucked the kids into bed and listened to their prayers, my heart overflowed with gratitude and yes, relief. I stepped out onto the back deck at night, gazed at the stars and thanked God for my family. I helped kids learn how to lead praise services at church and watched with tears in my eyes when my daughter began singing up front like a pro. I search Bible verses on my iPad whenever I have a moment. Plus, God sends childhood memory verses into my head at random and odd moments.
So while I walked away from this theme this morning, I thought about it while I taught my class. I pondered while I cleaned my house and did my laundry. Suddenly, it was easy, and I’ve written this in 5 minutes! My idea of worship might not fit most people’s definition, but it works for me and my God. For me, worship means taking my heavenly Father with me everywhere I go and keeping Him in the middle of everything I do. Worship means leaving my eyes open in order to see His works. It means listening each moment I can, and loving the Lord with all my heart, all my souls and all my mind.
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