I went to Paikos tonight, a beach I go to when it's full moon, to jam a little bit, worship and just soak in His presence. The moon just permeated everything. It was so beautiful: the silver of the ocean's surface, the slight breeze that seemed to caress my face. Everything the moonlight touched danced in praise to their Creator. I felt so small and inadequate. I was playing music and singing, but there didn't seem to be anything I could play or sing that could compliment the beauty that was already set in motion around me. It's like I was trying to catch up to what everything was already doing: innately worshipping. I started just singing Jesus' name at the top of my lungs. I wanted Him to hear me. I wanted to give Him all I could muster up inside of me to praise Him because I didn't know what to do with myself. His beauty was emanating all around me and I didn't know how to respond except cry out. I told Him I need help, and that I know He has more for me, but i'm scared to take it, because I didn't wanna do it alone.
Then I hear the faintest whisper spoken to my heart. So simple. Something I've heard a thousand times before but never felt the assurance of it until now:
I am with you wherever you go.
Not just a promise. A statement. Truth.
...and that's all I have to say about that.
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