What God showed me about worshiping every day, through all the little things
I was having a little worship session with my toddler in our living room. Nothing crazy or out of the ordinary for us. Just some worship music turned on full blast as we danced around the living room together. This was our usual.
But the usual wasn’t on God’s agenda for the day.
I had been dealing with some mental blocks that were distorting my view of reality and stealing my joy. Things that I was already free from. (I just didn’t realize it yet!)
So I was sitting on my living room floor, crying through the song. And my sweet babe comes over to wipe the tears from my cheeks with her little hand. Talk about melting this momma’s heart!
And then I looked at her. Really looked at her.
I didn’t think it was possible for me to love her more. And it’s hard for us as parents to imagine that God loves our children even more than we do.
But in this moment, He gave me a little taste of the type of love He has for my kids. I know it was only a little taste because I mean, He IS love. But even that little glimpse was so overwhelming and so strong that I couldn’t begin to put it into words now even if I tried.
It overtook me. So of course, the tears started to pour down my cheeks faster, hotter. And here’s Arwyn, trying to keep up, rubbing her little fingers over my face as quickly as she can while still being gentle.
And then it clicked.
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Worshiping Every Day
This is part of my worship.
Not the song playing while we dance in the living room. That’s the kind of worship that always comes to our minds. No, I mean this time with my daughter. Time spent with all my kids is worship (when we have the heart to recognize it). Mommas, we are standing on holy ground!
Time loving on them and training them up and fulfilling their needs. It’s all worship. Because we’re prioritizing these blessings God Himself gave to us. When we honor these gifts, we’re saying:
“God, what You blessed me with is so precious and so overwhelmingly good that I want to do everything in my power to see that it’s taken care of. I don’t want to squander it. I don’t want to take it for granted. Because YOU gave it to me! YOU entrusted it to my care. And so I choose to honor YOU by giving my very best.”
Worship in all the “little” ways every day may seem small in the doing. In the middle of wiping butts and noses, pouring juice, and leading playroom clean-ups. But it’s actually what makes up the steadfast and long-lasting worship of our lives.
Sure, bursts of emphatic worship where we pour out our love and praise to God–whether at the beginning of a church service or in the comfort of our living rooms–is still worship. And it’s beautiful and expressive and a part of our response to His love and goodness.
But it’s like the difference between sex and love in a marriage. Love goes the long haul. It’s a choice you make every moment of every day. Sex is great, and awe-inspiring, and important. But it’s an expression of the love that’s already there. A bursting flame in a slow-burning fire. And if it comes without love, it’s only surface.
Our worship is the same.
Stewardship as Worship
MARINATE ON THIS: The depth of our expressive worship comes from the steady choice to be committed to good stewardship of what God has given us every day. I’ll say it again: The DEPTH of our expressive worship. COMES FROM. The STEADY CHOICE. To be COMMITTED. To good stewardship. Of what God has given us Every. Single. Day.
Our minds, wills, and emotions
Even the dishes air-drying next to my sink
Every day, we make choices to appreciate and be thankful for ALL THE THINGS, or we let Satan’s words buzz in our ears and cause us to be discontent. To get worn out and burned out. To label every blessing in our life as a hardship that we’re stuck “dealing with” instead of seeing it as a precious gift that we have the privilege of caring for.
Don’t think I’m ragging on you. I’ve totally been guilty of this. But I can see now how deceived I was and how that deception was stealing my joy.
The deceptions look like this:
- My husband says something (without malice), and a voice whispers in my ear telling me to take offense. I start to see the blessing of my marriage as a hardship I have to endure.
- My kids have a tough and trying day. Over and over, during moments that could be used for teaching, the enemy whispers lies to lead me deeper and deeper into anger and frustration. Since I listen, I start to see my children (blessings from God that I PRAYED FOR) as difficulties I’m forced to deal with. I eventually throw up my hands in exhaustion saying, “I just don’t know what to do with them.”
- We find another issue inside the walls of our very old home that needs to be fixed (which means we have to spend more of our hard-earned money). The enemy whispers, “see? This place is a dump. Don’t you wish you could afford HER house?” The blessing of the home we felt led to buy suddenly feels like a crushing burden that I want to run away from.
- I look in the mirror and see nothing but cellulite, loose skin, and stretch marks. My body looks nothing like some of the other moms I know. I begin to feel disgusted with this fearfully and wonderfully made shell that has carried my babies.
- I stare at the pile of dishes in the sink after dinner. God tries to put two thoughts in my mind: 1) thank You, Lord, that we have food to eat off those dishes and 2) thank You, Lord, that I have a family to wash dishes for. Instead, I listen to the voice of the enemy and silently complain in my mind about not having a dishwasher.
God’s Loving Words to Us All
But when I listen to the still, small voice of God inside me, I hear Him gently and lovingly say:
“You’re looking at it all wrong.
Your marriage is perfectly imperfect, an image of who you are as people and the beauty of you coming together. It was created in My image and gives Me glory. It won’t always be easy, but keep Me in the center. I will hold you together and teach how to walk in true intimacy.
Your children are the double-portion I gave you after miscarriage stole the first two from your womb. They’re all different, and parenting them well may seem like an impossible feat. But with Me all things are possible! You can’t do it in your flesh. Let My Spirit lead and teach you, and you will find refreshment.
Your home is My answer to your prayer. It’s a little broken, but now you get to restore its beauty with Me. You get to see the way I see broken things. It’s work, but it will build you character along the way as well as your faith. Don’t give up! And don’t look around. There’s no better place for you in this season than where I’ve planted you.
Finances? I’m your provision. Cast that anxiety on Me.
Your body? It’s the home of My Spirit. It works according to My design and has carried and nourished life. Care for it in love.
Those dishes? They mean I’ve given you a large family with plenty of food to sustain you all.
Every complaint is actually the fulfillment of My promises to you. Don’t let the enemy steal their beauty.”
Everything We Do, to the Glory of God
And that’s how we get the motivation to turn our everyday lives into worship. By letting God come in and wreck all those distortions in our thoughts and show us how He sees all those things that need taken care of.
There’s something about looking from His vantage point that changes negativity. The enemy loses his power. Because while those things may not be easy to care for, they ARE blessings. And working to care for them produces character and maturity.
Don’t let the enemy steal your peace and joy. Instead listen to God’s voice. Not only will He change your perspective, but He’ll also teach you how to care for your blessings so they flourish!
So next time I’m picking stickers out of our rug, grabbing my husband’s socks off the floor, washing those cloth diapers, paying our mortgage bill, or just getting ready in the morning… I’m going to pause and take a minute to think, “you’re doing this for the glory of God who gave you this blessing.”
And then I’ll probably cry. Because that’s my go-to reaction when it comes to God’s crazy overwhelming love.
Until next time,
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