Rose

Picture this - It’s Sunday morning. You wake up, put on your “Sunday Best” or maybe just whatever makes you feel the best. Spend the whole morning trying to get everyone together. You finally get there, walk inside, and there it is - someone is wearing something you didn’t like, I mean come on… nobody ever wore sandals to church when you were growing up, what are they thinking?! A HAT?! Ripped jeans…. You spent the whole morning trying to get your family to look “churchy” and here these people are…. just galavanting around wearing whatever they want. That’s not “tradition”….I mean, your grandmother would be appalled. That’s not how you are suppose to “go to church”…. right?!  Let me tell you about a man named Jesus.  He was a carpenter, probably dirty a lot. I picture His hands, that were later pierced with nails for you and I, rough and calloused. I’m sure there were times He didn’t smell the best. He worked hard. He had shoes that were most likely made out of grass, rope, that kind o

Waiting on the Lord…… Isaiah 40:31-1 But they  that wait upon  the  Lord  shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. What do we do while we’re waiting?  Understand there is a season for everything and rejoice in THIS season. This is not forever.  A Time for Everything - Ecclesiastes 3 3  There is a time for everything,    and a season for every activity under the heavens: 2 a time to be born and a time to die,   a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal,   a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,   a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 6 a time to search and a time to give up,   a time to keep and a time to throw away, 7 a time to tear and a time to mend,  a time to be silent and a time to speak, 8 a time to love

I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit of a worrier. It’s not something I’m proud of, and it’s something I’m working on…. But I worry. I struggle with anxiety and somedays it overwhelms me. I think sometimes in worship we think it always has to be perfect and pretty, it has to be smiley and encouraging, it has to be jump-up-and-down-and-shout kinda praise. Now I will admit, I love to rejoice in the Lord and have some fun, and there’s nothing wrong with that…But I think we often forget that God wants it all, even our  broken worship . Yes, broken worship. You know the kind. The “I can’t do it anymore, I’m so tired, I’m so worried, I’m so scared, I need you”. The kind where you cry and it doesn’t look too pretty. The kind where you can’t sing anymore because you just sit in the presence of your Father and cry. The kind where you just curl up in His lap, sometimes you speak sometimes you don’t, and you just pour it all out to Him. He listens to you. He wants you to curl up in His lap. You