Worship

There are days when worship comes easy. Days when the prayers are answered, the sickness healed, the broken ones restored, the victory won. There are days when my worship becomes a natural byproduct of the joys I see unfolding around me.

But there are other days where worship isn’t quite so easy. When the prayer isn’t answered the way I wanted. When I’m still broken. When it feels like I’m losing the battle. There are days when the lies of the enemy are louder than ever before.

There are days when I have to choose to worship, where I have to choose to bring glory to the One who deserves every praise no matter what my life looks like.

Sometimes the worship starts as a whisper, a soft acknowledgment of the faithfulness of the God I serve. I have found, however, that as I continue, it grows louder and louder, loud enough to make the devil flee in the face of the truth my praise proclaims.

There are days when worship is instinctive, but on the days when it’s not, it is just as important to glorify the One who carries me through. For on those days when I choose to worship in spite of everything around me, there is power in my worship.

On those days when I choose to let my worship be louder than the lies of the enemy, my praise declares that my God is worthy because of who He is, not just what He does. And while the devil can fight us with trials and storms, creating circumstances around us that we don’t understand, the devil can never change the truth of who our God is.

So worship. Worship in the good and the bad. Worship when it’s easy and when it’s hard. Worship because of what He’s done and worship because of who He is. Worship loud enough that you can’t hear the lies the enemy shouts at you.