Let me take you on a journey. Imagine these scenarios in your mind.
A large room full of nearly four thousand people. A band of twenty plays at the front. The sound is cranked all the way up. Nearly all crowd around the stage raising hands and singing their lungs out. The bass booms through your chest and the music is so loud you can't even hear yourself think. Words hammer through your head, the only thing you can think about. Words of worship. Words of song to God. It's powerful. A small room not nearly full of twenty teens. A band of five plays at the front. The two leads are dressed very casually and slightly off tune. The volume isn't very loud, and sometimes your thoughts wander, but even so, there's an aura of peace in the place, despite the rag-tag group of worshipers. A bedroom with two kids in it. A huge boombox in the corner, belting out songs of worship. The children are dancing to the music and singing the lyrics at the top of their lungs. Is there a difference? Before this week I'd say, yes, they're very different. I can worship better in the first setting rather than the last. I can get into it and raise my hands and feel my heart beat faster. I can worship. But over the past few days, I've realized it's not so much what you feel, but simply that you're giving. You don't have to be reduced to tears by the powerful lyrics to worship. You don't have to raise your hands. Just realize that there's a God in heaven who's sitting up there, on his heavenly throne, elbows on his knees, chin in his hands, hanging on every word that you're saying. Basking in the fact that you love him enough to sing those words to him. And it's okay to be moved by the words. It's okay to raise your hands. But He loves you. You love Him. Just rest in that fact.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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