Waking To Worship
I woke up this morning (waaay too early!) thinking about worship. Maybe it was on my mind because Harold & I are getting ready to host a worship leaders retreat this week. But really the heart of what I was thinking about was all the times worship has gotten me through hard times. Here are a couple of those instances.
I thought about the first night after Evan was born. We had found out that day that he had Down Syndrome. We had no clue what that meant except that our perfect little baby that we had dreamed of wasn’t who we thought he was going to be. I was in a room on the maternity floor by myself. Harold had gone home for the night, exhausted. As I lay in that bed, I didn’t know what to pray or think or feel. Almost reflexively I started to sing worship songs to God. It seemed as though there was nothing else I could do. As I poured my emotions out in worship, God was faithful to comfort me and give me peace. Over the next difficult months I would remember that night and return to that place of worship to make it through the hard times.
I also thought about when I had heard that my favorite uncle had killed himself. My mom called early in the morning (never a good sign) to tell me the news. I was stunned, sure she had the wrong uncle. He was the last person you would think would do that, as is often sadly the case. He was the one who had always been there for me, the one who had welcomed Evan’s birth with open arms and became one of Evan’s best buddies. At his funeral I met a friend of his who was a retired special ed. teacher. She told me how my uncle would call her to find out info on therapies and other things related to Down Syndrome. How could he be dead? How could we have not known? For weeks, I was a wreak and again turned to worship. God again was faithful to come to me and help me process the heartache.
In the middle of the hard times, when we don’t understand what is going on in our lives, there comes a time when we just need to acknowledge that we are not in control of life. The Creator of the Universe is in control and He loves us more than we can ever imagine. Below are some verses I have found particularly comforting in my difficult times.
Psalm 42
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the
procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.
Lamentations 3:17-26
I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.
So I say, "My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the Lord."
I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassion's never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him."
The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him;
it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.

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