Yesterday morning I noticed it was taking my husband a bit longer than normal to get dressed. I was downstairs getting breakfast for the children and watching the clock tick towards time for Sunday School to begin. Just when I was starting to get antsy about 'my time' to shower and get dressed he reappeared.
He tagged me out and I went upstairs to find praise and worship music going full blast. I could literally feel my spirits lift, my attitude shift and my toes tapping as I put on my make up and dressed for church. Suddenly I was the one 'dilly dallying.' I even went through a drawer full of old make up, trying out different shades of lipstick. I just didn't want to leave the 'church' that was going on in my bathroom! (When I eventually came down and confessed the reason for my delay, he laughed and admitted he had the same experience.)
As I listened to the lyrics "Indescribable. Uncontainable. You put the stars in the sky and You know them by name. You are amazing, God" my perspective was suddenly right. (And I had not even realized it was wrong before.) What really matters came into focus. The temporary circumstantial things seemed MUCH smaller and insignificant in light of our big and mighty God.
In that moment I realized the importance of praise and worship. When I spend time confessing Who HE is, my posture before HIm is one of submission---not as a slave, but as a beloved heir, saved only by grace. Rather than feeling oppressed by that reminder, I am freed.
Free to live and love and serve out of a grateful heart.
It can be overwhelming to think about all the truths we need to impart to our children. I decided yesterday that praise and worship, concentrating on Who God really is, is right near the top of my list. Once the main thing is the main thing, all the other chips seem to fall into place.