if she were honest, most of her worship was stiff.
more ritualistic. less realistic.
stand up. sit down. sing. recite.
but this weekend, she found herself outside of her comfort zone.
compelled to dance and lift her hands in worship.
she didn't even stop to think that she may be making others uncomfortable. that those others could be making fun of her.
or questioning why she would do such a thing.
she couldn't help herself.
she cares more about exalting His great name.
and less about what others think about her.
she boldly approached the Throne before worship and asked for the Spirit to fall over the crowd.
and fall He did.
for she couldn't help but fall at His feet in worship.
lifting her trembling hands.
lowering herself so that He may be lifted higher and higher.
she felt Him lift her from her seat and to her feet.
one of the only few standing amongst the crowd.
but it was not a movement of herself.
He was drawing her closer to Him.
soft, quiet tears fell, as she rested in His abounding love.
she doesn't always prepare her heart this way before worship.
but what a difference it made in her experience.
real worship is that of the heart. ~harry ironside
her heart was moved to dance.
and lift her hands.
she was moved outside of her comfort zone.
and directly into His presence.
do you see what we’ve got? an unshakable kingdom!
and do you see how thankful we must be?
not only thankful, but brimming with worship,
deeply reverent before God.
for God is not an indifferent bystander
He’s actively cleaning house, torching all that needs to burn,
and he won’t quit until it’s all cleansed.
God himself is fire!
hebrews 12:28-29 (msg)
may her heart always be set ablaze for the One she was created to worship.