I wanted to write a bit about what God did yesterday. It's a short story about his sense of humor and his love for me.
I've been listening to Phil Wickham a lot lately. More specifically, his first album. Yesterday, as I went about my day his song "Grace" was stuck in my head.
"I need eyes to be my guide.
I need a voice that's louder than mine.
I need hope, God I need you.
Cause I can't do this alone."
I've been stepping into a new season. Well, actually, I kind of jumped right in. This month I think the season would best be described as a season of worship. God is bringing out gifts in me. Some that I always knew I had… but never quite knew how to use them. And some that I never realized I could possibly hold.
I never want my worship to become a show.
I need humility.
So the line "I need a voice that's louder than mine" has been my hearts cry as I've stepped into this season.
After finishing my laundry, I had some down time, so I grabbed my guitar and headed to our back porch. It had been raining for a little while and I thought, "What better background noise for a little worship?" As I played, that song kept coming up. So I played around and found the chords.
I sang that line.. "I need a voice that's louder than mine…"
And before I could go on… the rain kicked into high gear. It was so loud on the roof above me that I couldn't hear myself play… I couldn't hear myself sing.
I just began to laugh. And I said, "Alright, alright… there you are." And I sat with my eyes shut and listened to the pouring rain.
In that moment, I felt as if God's love was flooding my entire being… just as the rain was flooding the street around me. I felt his presence in such a way that no one could deny him. His voice is louder than mine.
Eventually I put away my guitar and grabbed my journal… these words poured out of me.
"My worship spills out with overflowing, intoxicating Truth."
This is what I desire from my worship… always.
God is releasing passion in me. HIS passion. This passion cannot be mustered up by the power of any human being.
With my words… I long to praise you.
With my voice… I will worship you.
