Three years ago almost exactly, I heard a song that I hardly knew would change my life. There were no TV's being run with words by the A/V team, and I felt like everybody knew the words but me. I had never heard it before, but the words sounded like they were written in a letter....a letter written by me. The verse would pass as I absorbed the words, running over them in my head like they were vital pieces of my life, needing to be memorized and repeatedly rehearsed.
I stood in the middle of a crowd, wearing shorts and a quiksilver tshirt, hair cut short and tears running down my face, lifting my hands for the first time. They weren't above my head, or even extended. Just bent at the elbow, palms lifted. For others it may have been just another worship song, but for me, it was the start of a whole new life...full of hope and a future. I was leaving behind unhappiness, loneliness, and despair.
Three years later, I stood on the stage of a chapel, choking back tears as I started the first line.
Falling on my knees in worship....
And I envisioned myself as a scared 15 year old, eyes swollen from crying, beginning the journey of the straight and narrow. I believed what people had told me. God loved me, He had a plan for my life, and I had to accept it.
And as I sang the second line, I was brought back to the same place.
Giving all I am to seek Your face....
I was finding God for myself all over again. I was reminded that worship is not singing on a stage, it's not leading a band, and it's not receiving recognition. It's a condition of the heart.
They journey of three years revolved around one song...like getting back to the original mission statement written the first week of a company after its earned billions of dollars.
God consistently reminds me of how awesome He is, and how far I'd be without Him...which is nowhere. I'm so glad I've set up stones to remind me of God's many miracles and blessings.
