the heart's cry

Ever since that Sunday, when i thought i heard Him speak in church:
"surround yourself with an atmosphere of worship"
"worship in the secret place, and I will open doors to worship Me in the public space."
and i responded by renewing a covenant to worship Him,
there's been this hunger, this added dimension to seek His presence and anointing
in all the facets of what worship is. 


ultimately, worship is our heart's response to the overwhelming love of a saviour. whether it is expressed in an awkward dance, or tuneless singing, or a painting, or tongues, or prayer, or sitting quietly at his feet, or speaking aloud the promises in his word, or crying out for him- somehow when we release ourselves to respond to him in honesty and in freedom, something powerful stirs in our hearts. it doesn't even need to make sense. this peace that i feel in the midst of all the uncertainty at work doesn't make sense. but it is exactly what i feel, what i know, that certainty lies not in the surety of circumstance but hinges solely on the character and perfect timing of God. of a God who cares, who intervenes at the right time to redeem, to heal, to bring joy. such joy. 


2012. the year of the lord's favour. (: i expect only good things from a good Father. 
as deep cries out to deep, so my soul cries out to you.!

Though the fig tree should not blossom,

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

and there be no herd in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the Lord;

I will take joy in the God of my salvation.

Habakkuk 3:17-18