there's this incredible feeling of
f r e e d o m
when you lift your hands
when you raise your arms high,
close your eyes,
sing your lungs out,
and declare His glory, declare your need of Him
something beautiful takes place.
when we choose to lay it all down at His feet,
choose to give it all to Him,
to lay before Him as our little selves;
naked, bare, vulnerable,
that's where He steps in.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is
made perfect in weakness.”
- 2 Corinthians 12:9
when we choose to let it go He takes it and replaces it.
He EXCHANGES
our hurt, our sorrow, our pain, our insecurity,
our doubt, our fear, our shame, our pride,
our lonlieness, our sadness, our weakness
for joy, for peace, for security,
for love, for passion, for courage, for comfort,
for gladness, for warmth, for strength.
don't you just love that moment when the band dies down and the worship leader pulls away from his mic so you can just hear the voices of the people?
if there was a favourite moment in church for me - that'd be it.
it doesn't matter how great the band sounds, doesn't matter how amazing the vocalists are.
it doesn't even matter that the kid behind you is tone-deaf,
screeching at the top of his lungs.
because worship is this universal lifestyle where people can just seek Him and find rest, find peace in the only whole being in this world.
it's good to know that you're not the only one who's out of tune, too.
