Recently, I had a worship song playing as I was winding down for the night. After I washed my face I dropped to my knees right there in my bathroom, the slow tears trickling down my cheek. It’s easy at times for me to go to that place of abandon. Other times I’m a brick wall.
A specific facet in my relationship with the Lord, the times of worship, have been a journey of various peaks and valleys, ebbs and flows.
Why are our times of worship different? Why isn’t our experience with God the same?
Because He is real. We have a relationship. If our experiences with Him never change, perhaps it’s because we have a form of godliness? God is the same (Hebrews 13:8), and we are the ones learning…growing…changing.
How could these moments of worship be described? I was pondering the variables the other day. Have you…
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