So, just a little bit of context on what you’re about to read: I had a heacache that began for me at about 2am on Saturday. I said to my girlfriend and some friends, some 40 hours in, “I’d rather have an intense heachache for an hour than the mild one I’ve had for two days. A couple hours later, it seemed as though I’d get my wish because it happened to turn into the worst headache I can remember having. The part that made this worse was that this didn’t just happen while I was home and in bed. This headache flared right in the middle of my church’s quarterly night of worship.
All I wanted was to worship, so in spite of the growing pounding inside my temples, I kept singing. I sang, surreneered, and wept. I did what I was created to do: I worshipped. I’m sure it was a simple combination: headache+volume+screaming songs, but in the middle of a song, my head hurt so much, I was drawn to my seat, where I started praying that God would take it away so that I could worship more. Then He gave me truth in which to abide. So, here’s that:
When everything hurts, worship
EVEN WHEN THE WORSHIP HURTS, WORSHIP
Joy is only complete when shared. I brag about His goodness because it makes it more real to me. When I share His goodness, when I tell Him how good He is, when I scream out how good He is, is when His goodness becomes real to me.
When you are in love with someone, you talk about that person a lot. You tell everyone about that person you are in love with because saying it makes your joy in that person real: makes it complete
I don’t have to be sharing it with anybody except the King of kings.
When everything hurts, worship. Complete the joy.
