Worship

The calm continuous rhythm plays from the stage as the light streams in just soft enough to see that it is day and just dim enough to close my eyes without reproach.What a beautiful sound that now resonates in my ears as my eyes close to the world and open to Gods profound presence.

All around me are Gods precious children, but with my eyes closed and my heart lifted by the notes from others lifting their praise to our father in heaven, I'm the only one He sees. There, in the midst of all the others, He sees me. The warmth and the gentle rush of his presence settles in as I sit in reverence of his glory, and there, on that small white chair, He speaks His love for me. Heavenly white noise streams softly now in the background and still, I hear only Him as He speaks to me soft and clear.

So much courage he gives me, as I ask Him who I am, and he speaks to me of how he made me. There, in the midst of everything around me, He speaks to my heart of the overabundant love he has for my soul.

Am I doing all right? Am I enough?, I ask as I sit in awe of His kindness to me.

His sweet answers fill my heart and make me light as if I’m floating just above the surface of the ground below. “Yes”, He says, “your doing just fine”, with a smile that stretches across his face so large it can’t be measured by any earthly rule. Knowing His promise to his beloved are gifts beyond what money can buy, I ask what gift I’m meant to receive. “Wisdom” he whispers, “the gift I wish to give you if your willing”.

Tears begin to run as the honor of his gift sinks deep within my heart, and with the confidence He gives me through His trust in me, I’m drawn to my feet, unworried and unaware of the ones around me. I feel a courage now that can only be from God and a strength so strong that I stand to honor His glory, when once upon a time the weight of shame may have kept me in my chair, unable to fully express my true gratitude.

So light hearted and so in love, I lift my hand as if to say this is the highest I can reach, but I will always reach for you. So empowered by His spirit and truth, I lift up my voice and begin to sing the praise of his holly name in sync with the ones around me.

So in love, I wish my voice could be sweeter, that my hands could lift higher or my heart could be bigger, yet He sweetly wipers I’m enough. His smile is so bright now as He looks upon His children gathered together to give Him thanks for the life He gave us. As the music ceases I am changed just slightly, as I always am in the presence of His sweet love. I am changed by the heaviness He lifts from my heart. I am changed by the courage He gives me by placing his armor upon my body and changed by the purpose he speaks of my life.

He is God and this is worship.

He is Love and He is holly, and this is why we lift our hands in praise to honor our creator.

It is to honor the one who is endlessly good, the one who knew us before we were even formed and the one who loves so passionately and sweet. It is not singing in unison for the sake of singing, not setting the mood, not entertaining the masses, but true reverence for our creator. This is worship. This is why we sing and lift our hands. This is why we praise His name through song. It is our beautiful expression of our true love and devotion to the one who always loves us no matter where we are. He is the beginning and the end. He is the creator of the universe and of our beating heart. He is our true love, my friend, and I will stand and sing for Him all the days of my life.

God Bless,

Lauren Rae Vopatek