Our speaker at church on Sunday spoke on worship, and what to do when we just don’t “feel it.” He had some very good points, which I won’t regurgitate to you now. But it made me think about the little moments in my day when I “feel” most worshipful. Yes, I know that every moment is an opportunity to worship, and that the every day mundane tasks I do are acts of worship.
But do you have those moments where you just sit and breathe God?
My mommy arms are full right now and so is my rocking chair. At the end of the day, when I sit in my rocking chair and my baby snuggles into my shoulder and sighs, I sit back and marvel again at the miracles in my life. I remember what I do has meaning. And that it is never for a second about me. That my every moment should point to Him.
And as I feel the sleep enter the room, feel a little body go limp with peace, I take a moment to breathe and worship. To remember the gift of innocence-renewed we’ve all been given. And to focus on the God who brought me to this place.
Sometimes I remember that He could take it all in an instant. Sometimes I have to sit and remind myself that these little people are truly gifts, they are not MINE. That with the gift of sleepy rocking-chair moments comes great responsibility. And that the One who gave these gifts and this responsibility will also give me everything I need.
This is my moment to “feel.” To take a step back and take everything in. And all I can do in response is worship. Worship when life is good, worship when it’s not so good. I am so grateful for these quiet, peaceful moments, because it means I’m breathing. And we should all breathe. We should all think. And we should marvel.
When do you "feel" most worshipful?
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Ah… those quiet precious moments of motherhood that remind us what we're really about. They make the not-so-fun moments so worth the effort.
*sigh* I miss those moments now that my baby is a busy toddler. It's harder (and perhaps even more important) to learn to find them as the children get older and life gets more hectic.
I remember those days of rocking my little ones with great fondness (though I do vaguely remember how exhausted I was and how sometimes I would fall asleep as I rocked them!)
Now ……… I got to hold and rock my first grandbaby last month. It brought it all back, big time! But more than that, I remember holding and rocking his mommy, his aunt, and his uncles. It was like looking through 2 lenses at once. Amazing.
Just you wait! It goes faster than you can imagine.
I would say I feel worshipful when outside. the world is so beautiful, how can I not feel like praising God in his creation?