Presentation. Don’t we always want that one thing that looks beautiful no matter the cost? A house. That handbag. The cup of coffee at that one shop that costs a paycheck just because of the swirly foam. I know my weakness is walking into my favorite store and seeing that dress on the mannequin that’s about twenty bucks too expensive, but I still think about buying it because I just gotta have it; Keep on walking right to the sale rack, please!
Beautiful things easily catch our eye. How glorious the picture must be to God to see His followers donating hours of the day to searching the Word and scripture memorization. How it must fill Him with such pride to see His people each morning and night in their prayer closet on their knees and lifting their hands in thanksgiving and supplication to the Father. It’s glorious indeed for the human mind because very rarely are we able to attain such high goals in our life with Christ. Even if we were to reach such goals, our sinful nature would undoubtedly distract us from giving of our full selves to the task of fully worshiping and searching God.
Over the last couple of months, this topic has played such a big role in my relationship with God. My life right now is so incredibly busy, and every now and again I find myself getting so discouraged by it. But at that point when I feel overwhelmed and weighed down by my stresses, I hear that whisper in my ear that tells me this is just a season. That I’m where I’m needed, and the chaos of everyday life is a beautiful thing filled to over-flowing the brim with blessings I’m undoubtedly undeserving of. I’m passionate about life and all that’s in it and as tough as I find it at times, I’m crazy for this journey that I’m on. Whether I’m up early with the sun to bask in the God’s goodness or staying up late with the moon praying to my Father about this life He’s given me, I find myself almost always putting some sort of unnecessary pressure on myself to bring what’s nearly impossible before God. Sometimes I feel as if my prayers just weren’t quite long enough. Or I left something out. Or I just didn’t read as far as I was wanting to in that chapter today. So an evening a couple of months ago, the Lord told me to stop. Just stop.
I was at work and it was nearing the end of the week. The hours I work are sometimes tough to handle, and this particular week my mornings were jammed packed full of duties and responsibilities before even getting to work in the afternoons. Of course, by the time I got home late at night, the last thing I had energy for was the fight to keep my tired eyes open and focus on my quiet time.
There was one particular night at work during this insane week where I just felt incredibly burdened that my spiritual life had been put on the back burner while life continued to fly on by. In that moment I cried out to God in an anxious plea to show me how to give of myself more to Him and not to allow me to take the easy road out of time with Him. I then began a slow panic with thoughts of how I just can’t give what I need to God. Then He spoke such quiet and simple words in a voice that was almost audible. “Stop.” Stop… relax… quiet…. Still. While God delights in those rare hours in our prayer closet, with the candles lit and incense burning (okay that never happens but let’s just get that image of full worship-mode in our heads), He knows we can’t always do that. In fact He doesn’t want that if we can’t do it with the right heart. He doesn’t want us to come to Him in a stressful manner or one of frustration. He doesn’t want us to make that time of one with the Father to be a time to over think and become un-enjoyable. And He definitely doesn’t want us to come to Him out of obligation, thus dreading the reward that has then become a task. No, I fully believe God the Father cherishes the smallest action of worship as if we’ve laid our life down for it. I feel the singer Amy Grant has worded it best in her song, “Better than a Hallelujah.”
“God loves a lullaby in a mothers tears in the dead of night,
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God loves a drunkards cry, The soldiers plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody.
Beautiful the mess we are, the honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.
The woman holding on for life, the dying man giving up the fight.
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what’s been done,
The silence when the words won’t come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody.
Beautiful the mess we are, the honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.
Better than a church bell ringing,
Better than a choir singing out, singing out”
So while we as fleshly humans want to present to God our very best in worship, sometimes a simple whisper of “Jesus” is better than a hallelujah sometimes.