Friday, February 21, 2014

The Heart of Worship...

Oh my heart, my heart cries out for God.  You see, when I worship I get lost in his presence.  I want more... I have this unquenchable thirst for more of God.  Everyone is born with a different niche and unique desires in their  heart.  Everyone has a different story and a different journey.  God has pursued us all in a different way and we all have different experiences.  When I fell in love with the Lord, the heart of worship was birthed.  Much like the heart of David in the Bible and like the heart of my Abuela.  Music became so much more than harmonies to dance to or sing with.  Music became a way for me to feel the heart of God, a way for my heart to connect and beat with his.  I can never just sing or feel a worship song without emotion or tears.  Tears inevitably stream down my face... some times out of reverence, other times out of love, awe of the grace of God, or His goodness.  There have been times I am so overwhelmed  that I fall to my knees with my arms open wide or my face flat on the floor.  In good times and bad God has never left me and His presence remains.  Even when it seems as though my world is falling apart.  When I close my eyes to worship, I hear the voice of the Lord, He quiets my weary soul, and it is as if no one else around me exists...  

As I worshipped God today, I was reminded of the very person who taught me the foundation of worship.  My Abuela.  Whom today I warred and prayed for in my own worship.  When I was a little girl, I watched as she turned on the stereo, popped in her CD, and sang along to music in worship to the Lord.  She would close her eyes and open her arms in reverence to God.  She never cared what anyone thought... All that mattered in that moment was her Lord.  To this day her heart for God remains the same, nothing has ever been able to quench her thirst.  Even as she was preparing to head into surgery Monday night, awaiting whatever fate the doctors had for her on Tuesday.  She told me she knew Jesus would be with her.  I am sure even as she remains in a coma, she is even worshipping God in her slumber.  

You see "worshippers" don't just worship God when we're singing on stage or sitting in church.  "Worshippers" praise God all day long.  In the car, in the office, etc... Anywhere we are the moment we turn on the music our spiritual warfare begins, our time alone with God becomes instantaneous.  Even in a crowded room, it is as if no one else exists but the Lord.

Worship is so much more than words on a page.  Worship is intimate, it touches the heart of God, heals, delivers, it connects you with your savior.  

When you are happy worship God, 
When you are sad worship God, 
When you are hurt or scared worship God, 
When you are confused worship God,
When you need answers worship God.

If you can't feel him as you are worshipping, keep pressing in.  Just as the woman pressed into the crowd to get to Jesus.  The moment she touched the edge of his garment healing filled her body and Jesus felt the power of God leave his body to heal her.  Don't let anything or anyone get in your way.  Press in.  Fill yourself up with the Lord and who you are in Him.  This is what is birthed in the heart of a "worshipper".  "Worshippers" instantaneously know how to warfare in the Spirit, how to press into the crowds of people to touch just the edge of His garment, how to use music as a tool to open the door for God to heal hearts and change lives.  These traits are birthed within our Spirit, our inner man craves to know God in this way and yearns to worship God.  In fact, I could worship God all day.  I just love His presence...  Make your first priority His presence.  If you seek Him, you will find Him.  

 In Him,
  Marisa


"My sheep that are My own hear and are listening to my voice; and I know them, and they follow Me."  ~ John 10:27 

"And a certain woman which had an issue of blood twelve years, And suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered but rather grew worse.  When she had heard of Jesus, came in pressed behind, and touched his garment.  For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole.  And straightway the fountain of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that was healed of that plague..."  ~ Mark 5:25-29

"You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.  I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.  I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands."  ~ Psalm 63:1-4