{I’ve come to worship}

I’m gonna lift my hands
til I can reach heaven
I’m gonna shout your name
til the walls come falling down
Ive come to worship
Ive come to worship

That song spoke to me this weekend. We serve this BIG God. The God who created everything. The only thing we need to do to be in his presence is to worship.

Since I started going to a new church (7 years ago) I stopped worshiping like I used to. I used to LOVE Praise & Worship. I loved just being in His presence. I loved that I didn’t have to pray about anything, or ask for anything, or really do anything, but praise him. I loved just feeling Him all around me. It really is the greatest feeling in all the world. Then, when we moved to a bigger…a much bigger church, full of new people, new songs, and unfamiliar territory, I stopped. I became a spectator to praise and worship. I sang the songs and watched others worship. I would close my eyes sometimes but that was as far as I was willing to go. I was more concerned with what everyone else was thinking of me, than I was about what God was thinking of me. The one person I was most concerned about was my husband. Why I was so concerned with what he thought I have no clue. He has told me time and again how beautiful it is to him to see me worshiping. I think that it was hard for me because he and I worship differently. He doesn’t raise his hands and I do (did). So, I started trying to worship like him, but instead of worshiping like him, I wasn’t worshiping at all. Not worshiping is dangerous. It is dangerous because when we stop worshiping we start starving our soul.

I have recently started to dive into the word. This has been a constant struggle for me. While I have gotten so much closer to God in that way, and in my prayer life, I have neglected worshiping him. He laid that on my heart last Wednesday. While it is necessary to read the word, and to pray, it is also a necessity to worship. Reading the word feeds your mind, while praying and worshiping feed your soul. I was neglecting the soul part.

On Wednesday night, I stopped caring. I stopped caring what the person behind me was thinking, or what the person in front of me was thinking, I even stopped caring what the man beside me was thinking. All I was concerned about was what God was thinking of me. Truth be told, I doubt that any of those people were even thinking of me. I once heard Dr. Phil say: “you would stop worrying about what people think of you if you realized how little they actually do”. Wait! People don’t think about me?! No, no they don’t. That stings a bit doesn’t it? ha! So, those people at church weren’t looking at me thinking about me raising my hands? Nope! They were worshiping God. They weren’t worried about what I was doing. So all of that time (seven years) I was neglecting praising my Savior for nothing.