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Monday, September 16, 2013

This (at my picket fence) is my worship…

Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
    and let us exalt his name together!
I sought the Lord, and he answered me
    and delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to him are radiant,
    and their faces shall never be ashamed.
Psalms 34:3-5 (ESV)

What does one say to a life turned upside down? Many things…but I say this…I Choose to Worship.

It’s been at least two years since we had the wherewithal (energy, resources, time, inclination) to mulch our front beds. Our friends mercilessly teased us when we purchased the home with the white picket fence, and in so many ways it’s a metaphor for the way people see our lives. However, into each life some rain must fall, and for all the sun that shone on our picket fence, we weathered storms aplenty. So….what does one say to a life turned upside down? It is time to worship. 

This was my worship today. Wess Morgan in my ear, I dug into the earth with my bare hands. I weeded beds yearning to provide beauty, a promise in every bright bloom. I tore out dead stalks, stray grass, and after dragging bags of mulch across the yard, gently laid it in by handfuls. This was my worship.

I choose joy. Despite storms passed and those to come, I will bless the Lord at all times, for, even though the rain, He has been good. There were times a year ago when I thought I’d never smile again, that I’d never again experience joy, that circumstances might strip from me the embrace of my beloved’s arms, the simple pleasure of worship at my picket fence…But God...

We serve and are loved by a God who delivers us from our fears, and is steadfast as we face them.  And even as I near the end of my Wilderness season (Lord, I pray it is so) I choose praise over sadness. I choose worship rather than complaint. While I await my deliverance from the wilderness, I will offer praise, confusing the enemy. I will not wait for hallelujah moments, I will create them.

One of my dreaming sisters, self-professed Mother of Knights, wrote something recently that rests gently upon my sometimes weary spirit…
“Watching those who tread a deep valley without losing faith, no matter how long the journey, is beautiful.”

I desire that beauty. I seek that blessing. So, at my white picket fence, with the days writing done, time on my hands and joy in my meantime, I choose to worship. This, at my white picket fence, is my worship. 

Selah and amen.

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