“In every season of my soul, teach my heart to sing.”
– Amanda Cook
It’s one of those moments. One of those days. One of those seasons.
We have this thing, God and I. Where we say what we mean and mean what we say.
I can’t pretend to be thankful when we both know I’m anything but.
Frustrated. Angry. Tired. Sad.
If we’re going to talk about my feelings then those adjectives are far more fitting.
But I’m supposed to be thankful.
In all things give thanks.
Not some things. All things.
How do I give thanks in this? THIS?
I know the truth of worship. Praising through the hard. But right now it feels like foreign concept way out of my reach.
“I want to be thankful. I really do. But I don’t know how. Not in this…”
“Why do you still turn to Me when it gets hard?”
“Because you’re God…you have a way of working things out for my good…even when the process royally sucks.”
“Remember that conversation we had about worship the other day?”
“The one where worship comes down to acknowledging Your sovereignty…acknowledging You’re God? Wait…that…this…this is worship….”
“Precisely. Every time you make the choice to turn to Me when it gets hard you’re acknowledging that I am still God in your life. You’re elevating Me above what you’re going through. Worship doesn’t look the same all the time. I don’t expect you to laugh when you’re in pain. Your act of trust in itself is an act of worship.”
Hmmm…and wouldn’t you know it…I now have something I can give thanks for….honestly.
For every moment You come through for me in the most unexpected ways, thank You Holy Spirit. 🙂