My friend, Jennifer, led worship Sunday morning, and I always love it when she does. She's got an amazing voice and an ability to usher you into the very presence of God. Not everyone can do that.
There are people who are terrific musicians and have fabulous voices, but that is where it stops. It is a completely different gift that allows you to be sensitive enough to your congregation to lead multiple generations holding varied tastes into the throne room together. Jennifer is blessed to have that gift. Maybe, the more apt statement would be that we are blessed that Jennifer has that gift.
In any case, she sang this song called "Come To Me" as an offertory before we entered worship. Again, it was one of those "I needed to hear that" songs. It seemed that I wasn't the only one who needed to hear it either. The congregation was eager to meet with Papa.
I know it shouldn't, but sometimes it still amazes me how my Father can reach down and just reinvigorate me when I'm at my lowest. Somehow it reminds me of the sticks that are passing for plants in my backyard right now. They are dormant, but as soon as the first breath of spring blows through, they will begin to revive. I felt His breath blow through my life on Sunday. It spoke to my dormant heart and began to revive it.
Things may not be easy for a long time. My husband is still looking for a job. He has been substitute teaching during the day. Now he is looking at trying to get a low-paying part-time job in the evenings/weekends to supplement that. We are simply trying to stay afloat at this point. We are doing the very best that we know how to do. You know what? It's not enough. Our best will never be enough on its own, but Papa comes alongside us to buoy our spirits and make up the difference.
I'm not sure that last statement is even true. He doesn't make up the difference. Somehow He takes our best and improves it, no, transforms it until it is unrecognizable because it is infinitely better than our hands alone could accomplish.
So, Sunday, I feel like I got a good soul scrubbing, which was something I desperately needed. He washed off the self-pity and despair. I walked away smelling a little more like the rose and a little less like the fertilizer, if you know what I mean.
The scripture that has been running rampant through my mind is Isaiah 40:28-31. And I want you to be encouraged by its words as they remind us:
28Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. 29He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. 30Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; 31but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strngth; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.I pray that you will share in the renewed strength of our wonderful Father as you face whatever challenges may arise in your journey. And, I pray that you will have His joy to accompany you.