For the last three days my you-version devotional has consisted of the same simple scripture… Psalm 33:3 which says: Sing to him a new song play skillfully on the strings with loud shouts. The first day I read this I thought it was kinda cool because a few short minutes before I started reading it I was singing a song in Spanish to him… now the song that I was singing wasn’t necessarily new but singing it in Spanish was… so I took it as confirmation that I was going in the right direction.
Later on in my reflection time I took the play skillfully on the strings kind of literally and decided that I needed to start playing my violin more often just to play it and praise Him while doing it. I decided that I needed to stop being afraid and stop worrying about my skill set and to play anyway! I left encouraged.
The next day(yesterday) upon reading the same verse. I took it to mean that I need to spend more time perfecting the talents that God has given me… like painting, dancing, writing, and playing the violin… even if I don’t consider myself good at any of it (except for maybe writing)… God has given me an innate desire for all of these things and I need to worship Him accordingly.
And then this morning while reading and meditating on this same verse I discovered that God wants all of our praise, all of our worship, all of our attention, all of the time and anything less is insufficient. I realized that even though I do a pretty decent job of worshiping Him no-holds-bar on Sunday morning I am not doing it during the week. I know that it hasn’t always been this way and it’s not even like I don’t communicate with Him during the week because I do… I talk to Him maybe more than I talk to my husband.
During this morning’s quiet time I realized that what I’ve been doing is bottling all my praise from the week up and trying to release it all on Sunday morning during worship… It hasn’t been working and it has left me yearning for more, and that is why the Lord has been gently nudging me to give Him more.
As I laid in His arms meditating on what I just discovered He gave me a simple and gentle rebuke. One that I am most grateful for. He didn’t yell, or make me feel stupid (not that God would EVER do that but humans do), instead He disciplined me with loving arms wide open showing me what it’s like to be a parent. Of course I repented, and apologized for my behavior and it left me wanting to discipline my children in a similar way; lovingly, gently, with arms wide open. Knowing that it can be done.
Thank you Jesus for opening my eyes, for my gentle rebuke, for teaching me, and speaking to me. Thank you for showing me that your love is real and all you want me to do is experience it first hand through worshiping you. Thank you for your patience and understanding. I love you and I will give all of my talents in worship to you! Amen.