I’m in a particular busy season. I find that as my schedule increases, my worship tends to decrease. I usually don’t even recognize this until I am in a corporate worship environment and realize how much I’m being refreshed.
Worship is a natural part of my spiritual DNA, so it seems like worship should just ooze out, right? Well, sometimes.
Breathing is also a natural part of my DNA. My body is designed in such a way that 99% of the time I never think about the breath I’m inhaling. But sometimes I need to take control. I need an extra sigh, or I’ve held my breath under water and now I need a new supply of oxygen.
Worship is the same way. 99% of the time I never think about it, I just worship. But sometimes I need an extra breath of worship, or I’ve been holding my worship breath too long and the old worship just isn’t enough to sustain life. In these moments, I need to spiritually inhale–and it usually doesn’t come naturally. I have to find a way to work it in.
I think too often my schedule causes me to hold my spiritual breath. I run, run, run from one meeting to another, or one event to another, or one crisis to another. During those moments I don’t worship. I don’t inhale a new breath from God. I’m relying on something from last month, or last week, or yesterday. That breath is fine for a moment, but it soon loses nourishment. I have to breath again. I have to inhale. I have to worship.
If you’re there with me, can I just encourage you to pause? Right now. Pause. Worship. Put everything else on the calendar aside. Inhale. Draw in the life-sustaining breath of God through worship. You’ll feel better. You’ll feel life.
Today I’ll join you. Today I’m going to inhale.
How do you manage to worship through your busy seasons?
These days, Rob, I am not really busy…I have blood draws and doc visits, etc., but for me personally, I must have time in the morning before the day crowds out spending time with the Lord…and for me, spending time with the Lord, praying and reading through His Word, is my time of worship. Even when all three of my kids were homeschooled, I HAD to get up at least an hour before they would hit the floor because I MUST have that time with the Lord.
I’ve had one season where I didn’t have that morning time….I had to go work out or work on some research I was doing for a friend, or walk Escher, my Boxer…..but in that season I saw myself moving away from the Father and letting other things become more important.
Since my brain surgery in September, I have returned to my first Love, and again, spending time with HIM is the most important time of my day.