sing

This week is literally kicking my ass. I feel like I should be walking around wearing a sign that says, ‘Pre-apology: If I snap at you…it has nothing to do with you.’ Then I apologize a LOT. For being late. Snapping at people. Messing stuff up. My ‘in the zone’ look makes people think I am angry…which results in more apologies.

It’s a vicious cycle that can only be fixed with one of two things: coffee or iced tea.

Completely kidding…kinda.

After a Mach 5 kinda week, how do I refocus and align back up with my Savior, who is constantly recreating my asshole-self into something better than sinful me.

Prayer. Study. Mission…worship.

Be forewarned if you ever travel long distances with me, or really any distance…the music will be LOUD. I’m known for it, just ask my friends. And some of the best worship I’ve had at times is singing at the top of my lungs in my car.

I grew up singing. I remember being about 6 years old, hiding out in our duplex basement singing Whitney Houston songs at the top of my very young lungs. Some of my best memories of high school are being in choir with my friends, quickly followed by a worst memory of the choir teacher telling me I wasn’t any good, and I was lucky he was letting me stay in choir.

Then with joining my first Christian community came this beautiful awareness that together we sing, and that is worship to our Lord.

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We sing. Alone or together. And God moves among his people. His Spirit speaks. We are one with our Savior.

All because we lift our voices, our souls and sing.

Not sure where to start? I have this spectacular tab at the top bar for worship that God has been using to speak to me, and help me realign to his vision for me on the weeks that kick my ass.

I also leave you with lyrics from an amazing song by All Sons & Daughters called, ‘Called Me Higher.’ There is another one that is alternating with this one by Jordan Howerton Band called ‘Move Me.’ And yes, these songs I sing at the top of my lungs like God is deaf. Sing it like ya mean it, people!

I could just sit
I could just sit and wait for all your goodness
Hope to feel your presence
And I could just stay
I could just stay right where I am and hope to feel you
Hope to feel something again

And I could hold on
I could hold on to who I am and never let You change me from the inside
And I could be safe
I could be safe here in Your arms and never leave home
Never let these walls down

But you have called me higher
You have called me deeper
And I will go where you will lead me Lord
You have called me higher
You have called me deeper
And I will go where you lead me Lord
Where you lead me
Where you lead me Lord

And I will be Yours
I will be Yours for all my life
So let Your mercy light the path before me

Now go sing, friends. Sing at the top of your lungs like God is deaf and worship your guts out! Because I guarantee that a few moments of worship will change the week from kicking your ass to you completely kicking its’ ass.

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3 responses to “sing

  1. I like to think God is the one who says “What! I can’t hear you!” And points the microphone to me to finish the words of the lyric he started. “A little bit louder now – Shout!” Because he wants to hear it loud and proud. Oh, and it sounds completely in tune too! Ha! I will make sure I bring you a coffee, iced tea, and and some chocolate the next time I see you. Sing it Steph!!!!!!!!

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