in joy and pain, in sun and rain,
You’re the same, You never let go.
I don’t feel like worshiping right now.
I’m tired. I’m two long, busy, hectic weeks into the school year and already feeling a little overwhelmed. I’m nervous about some of my classes. Buying groceries and feeding myself is a whole new level of responsibility that might be a little too high for a girl who still sleeps with a stuffed VeggieTales character (Larry the Cucumber, if you were wondering) AND a Pillow Pet (mini giraffe. His name is Alonso). And right now, my left ankle is wrapped in an Ace bandage and I can barely walk and I don’t know why and I can’t dance for who knows how long.
And my weekend plans – that involved hiking, running, thrifting, exploring Greensboro, and other things that generally require the ability to move – are starting to look more like a long weekend of homework, tv, and the inside of my apartment walls.
So I don’t feel like worshiping.
But I doubt Jesus felt like having nails pounded into His bones and then hanging off a cross for me.
Maybe He wished He could hit the snooze button that morning, roll over and pull the covers over His head, and just hide from it all. But there was a greater plan and He had a great part to play in it. And He did.
I don’t feel like worshiping today. But my God died for me, and my God defeated death, and my God loves me today and tomorrow and forever.
So I’ll lift my hands and I’ll bow my head and I’ll whisper thank you, Abba.
It’s Friday, and you know what that means: Five Minute Friday. This week, Lisa-Jo is hosting us over at (in)courage. Check it out and join us: five minutes, one word, free write, no stress, lots of love. It’s fun. Trust me.