I’ll be the first person to admit it.
Sometimes I don’t feel like worshipping. I’d rather grumble and complain. I’d rather vent to a friend about my three-year-old’s latest antics. I moan about my worries and stress until I can’t sleep.
It’s not that don’t I don’t know I’m blessed or don’t see all of the beautiful gifts God has given me. No, I can look around me and see how much I have to be thankful for.
But instead, I often let my feelings dictate whether or not I worship. And our feelings are often flighty and self-absorbed, aren’t they?
Recently, I read a post on a well-known Christian website and then listened to message on praise and the various ways we can exalt God.
What I realized when I sat down and allowed their words to penetrate my heart was this: worship is a choice.
In the words of author and speaker Becky Harling,
Praising God isn’t just some glib hallelujah when finances are prospering, your health is flourishing, and your health is thriving. Praising God is an intentional declaration by faith that exalts God above your life circumstances.
When I choose to praise God even when I’m tired and don’t feel like it, he takes my offering and honors it. By deciding to praise him even when I don’t sense his presence or see his hand, I act in faith.
I acknowledge that God’s glory goes beyond my circumstances.
And without faith, it is impossible to please God, right? (Hebrews 11:6) I lift my voice and my hands, I give God my heart and say, “Here, God. Even though my situation isn’t ideal, I’m trusting you. Take my heart and transform it.”
Do you know what the beautiful part is? He does. He takes our offering and little by little, transforms our hearts to be more like his.
With each decision to worship him despite our circumstances he makes us more like his Son Jesus, who despite brutal death before him, broke the bread and gave thanks.
Despite knowing the torment he would later endure, he chose to thank the Father. And that, my friends, is worship in it’s highest, most perfect form.
So today, when the storm starts and I don’t see an end in sight, I’m lifting my hands. I’m shouting, “Glory,” even though the sun isn’t shining, because he is worthy.
Even though I don’t see a break in the clouds, my heart feels lighter already.
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