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It's the end of summer.
Are any of you running on empty?
This morning (I'm writing this on Sunday), I found myself a wee bit...grumpy. My husband returned home from his business trip on Saturday afternoon (I feel strongly that business travel should be banned the last month of summer) and I just kept waiting. Waiting to be magically refilled? Waiting to waited on? Waiting to step into replenishment and out of this dry desert?
Whatever I was waiting for didn't materialize, hence the grumpiness on Sunday morning.
As I got ready for church, I thought about the possibility of receiving nourishment in that space, in that time with Jesus. And then I thought to myself, But church is a time to worship God, a time to give back to Him. It's not all about what I need.
And then I thought, What if in my worship of Him, I find myself refilled?
What if in the giving, I receive? What if the act of focusing on something other than my own feelings, breeds something that will soothe my soul? For when I worship the Author of my salvation, the Restorer of hope, the Giver of everlasting life and love, does He not shower me back with all of those things in that moment of offering?
The song, I Will Give You All My Worship, began to play as I stood in that church pew and I was literally compelled to raise my hands. My smile spread bigger than my face could contain. And as I lavished love on Him, offering every single bit of myself, I felt filled with His love at the same time. Living into the fullness of what I was created to do -- there was fulfillment.
The fulfillment that my heart longed for could not be satisfied with food. It wasn't in acts of service by my husband. It wasn't even a break from my kids. The fulfillment was simply found in the act of raising my hands, lifting my voice, and the offering of praise.
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