The storm knocked out our cable and wireless for a wonderful couple of hours. I placed the iPod on the docking station, held baby boy, and listened to the big kids sing along to worship song after worship song. I looked up and saw John Henry raising his hands and closing his eyes.
“Mom, I’m worshipping God right now, since I wasn’t at church Sunday,” he told me.
“You can worship God any time you want,” I assured him.
And, we did just that. Tears flooded my eyes as I worshipped the Creator with my children. Then, we talked about worship.
“What is worship, Anna?”
“It’s something we send to God,” she answered.
Something we send to Him. It’s not something we just do on Sunday. It’s a life lived. A life lived that brings glory to Him. A life that honors Him.
A life that gives.
That seeks His Kingdom first.
That chases after God.
Everybody worships something. But, we were made to worship Him.
And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God because of all he has done for you. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice—the kind he will find acceptable. This is truly the way to worship him. Romans 12:1