All tagged worship
Stepping onto this stunning street with my “Camera Buddy” a sense of awe overtook me. My heart was soooo grateful that God, in His infinite wisdom thought up trees, leaves, seasons, and colors. I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel the crispy leaves; smell the scent of them; and experience them dancing around me on the wind that was swirling. I wanted to thank Him for making this street and the beauty that I was taking in. Finding myself on my knee
Stepping onto this stunning street with my “Camera Buddy” a sense of awe overtook me. My heart was soooo grateful that God, in His infinite wisdom thought up trees, leaves, seasons, and colors. I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel the crispy leaves; smell the scent of them; and experience them dancing around me on the wind that was swirling. I wanted to thank Him for making this street and the beauty that I was taking in. Finding myself on my knee
My view from "The Chair" this morning - Psalm 104:33. Does your brain ever get stuck? My brain often gets stuck on certain songs. I guess it doesn't help when I replay the song 140 times - lol!
My view from "The Chair" this morning - Psalm 146:2. When He knit you and I together inside our mother's womb, He gave us vocal cords that He specifically designed for His pleasure. He wants to hear us use them. He is like a Father and longs to hear your audible voice, that is why He made it. Think for a moment how full your heart gets when you hear the voice of someone you love, especially if it has been awhile since you've seen them or heard from them. God made us in His image. If a voice of a loved one can bring such joy to you; imagine what it does for your Creator.
Recently, I was walking around our block in the dark and the Lord kept whispering, I would love to hear your beautiful voice worshiping me on this stunningly beautiful night. Let's be clear, everyone seemed to be tucked nicely into their comfortable homes. Yet, I was hesitant. Inhaling deeply, I slowly started to sing "Holy Spirit" by Recording Collective. With each note, my voice became incrementally louder and fuller. Minutes slowly slipped by and I finished my walk singing to my Father. Don't measure the beauty of it by human standards, for He created it and longs to hear you. Whatever the sound is, it is beautiful in His ears. It is for His pleasure and delight you were woven together. Will He hear from you today?
