When I was in high school, I led worship with my little guitar and a band of other high schoolers.
It was terrifying.
It was exhilirating.
It was one of the biggest steps of faith for this introvert girl to get on stage and lead others in praising the Father, because I felt like they were all picking me apart with their looks, critically pouncing on any little mistake.
Okay, so maybe I was a tad dramatic, and everyone was, for the most part, very gracious. But it really IS scary to get on stage and sing in front of people. Sometimes you can even forget that your audience isn’t the people in front of you but the One above you.
It’s been years since I’ve led worship, and now I get to participate in corporate worship from the pews and in the privacy of my little prayer room. But sometimes I can’t help it–sometimes I still feel like I’m singing in front of a crowd, even when it’s just me and the Lord. And I start to get forget that who I’m really singing for is the Lord.
But here’s the thing that struck me this morning: God always receives my worship when I offer it to Him with clean hands and a pure heart, no matter if it’s a bit off-key, a tad too high, or a beat off. He’s standing there, pleased with my singing and my sacrifice of praise, not because my singing is impressive, but because it’s sincere.
This is the hope that we have within us: that if any of us seek God with our whole hearts, He will let Himself be found by us. Every time I shut myself in my little room to pray or to sing His praises, I have hope that God is happy to receive me.
And we hope not as the world hopes, with our fingers crossed and squinting to see if it’s really going to happen. We hope knowing that what God speaks will come true, and our hope does not disappoint.
What about you? Are you hesitant to sing your heart out to God in the privacy of your home? Why or why not?
Linking up with Kate Motaung and the #fmfparty crew. And look! I got to meet Kate in real life today! What a treat!!