God loves the sound of my voice. Out of a crowd of people He
can pick out my voice. He can identify each
of our voices. When we are in corporate worship and all lifting our voices to
God, it is not just a crowd of people worshipping Him. God hears each of us. It
is Katie worshipping, and Joy worshipping, and Emily worshipping, and Joel worshipping, and it is His children worshipping. He knows each
of our voices, and is listening for us.
How long have I believed the LIES of the enemy that my voice
does not matter? How long have I sat in worship, but have not joining in because
I don’t know how to sing on key? How long has my Abba Father been listening to
hear my voice among the worshippers, only to be disappointed because I am not
among the voices lifted up?
My mind in this has started to shift. I have realized that
worshipping is really just about me and my God.
God
wants to hear my voice!
He created my voice and wants to hear it lifted
up to him. It doesn’t matter if I hit all the right notes or not. The only
thing that matters is that I am worshipping.
How many people out there have a cry on their hearts that
they want to lift to the Lord? That they just want to cry out? Maybe it’s a question.
Maybe it’s a declaration. Maybe it is just a scream, a yell or a grunt. But how
many of us have kept it locked inside because it’s not what worship is “supposed
to look like”? How many of us have had
duct tape over our mouths?
I did.
For a long time. And so far on this race I’ve been gently pulling it off. You
know, like a band-aid that you’re scared to rip off. But today, I tore the duct
tape off. I realized that pulling it back bit by bit was pointless. I ripped
the duct tape off.
In corporate worship this morning, I was convicted that I
was silent. Why was I silent? Why was I not taking the opportunity to
worship the King of Kings? Worship is such a privilege, and yet I was not
participating. But then Jeremiah called us out. He said he would count to three
and wanted to hear what was on our hearts.
One…two…three…..
18 people screamed, cried out, yelled, gave a war cry, shouted
declarations….and the noise was tremendous.
And nobody could hear what their neighbour was doing because it was just you
and God. As for me, I simply screamed.
I had been silent for too long that I couldn’t even form words. But my heart
wanted the release, my spirit wanted to cry out. So I screamed – as loud as I
could for as long as I could.
One…two…three……
Again, 18 people let themselves express what they needed to.
One…two…three….
One…two…three…
Over and over again. We screamed, we shouted war cries, we
declared freedom over ourselves, we declared the power of our voices.
I ripped off
the duct tape. I felt ridiculous, and completely vulnerable. But with
that came freedom, confidence, and power.
I have a voice, and God wants to hear it. My voice is
powerful, and scares the crap out of the enemy. It is the enemy that has kept
us silent for far too long. Because when we know the power of our voices,
especially when we lift them up together, then there is no way that the enemy
can stand against us.
So what do you have inside of you? What is burning up your heart that you want to get out, but you
have duct tape blocking you? Is it a question? Is it a guttural war cry? Is it
to just break down and weep?
Are you ready to reclaim your voice? To rip off your duct
tape? To take back control over your voice? To scare the enemy?
Are you
ready to let it out?
It doesn’t matter who is listening – God is listening and
that is all that matters right now. And He is breathless, anxiously waiting to
hear the sound of His child’s voice.
It’s time to find your voice!
I’m going to count to three, and it’s your turn to let it
out.
Ready?
One…Two…..Three………..
