As a young man, i wondered why my mother worshipped the Lord like she did. I saw her burst into tears, shout, dance, and sing praises to the King b/c of his favor towards us. She would call him her peace, sustainer, provider, father, and friend. I realized that her worship was not faked, pushed, or forced. She felt that as a woman of God that her worship was her reminding herself of who God is. Even now as a young man I see for myself that b/c of Gods goodness and grace I cant stop worshipping him. Through every situation, God has showed up for me and showed me his true identity. What I want to say is this we all have our personal storm that we encounter that develops our worship and our praise. I couldnt just take moms word alone I had to encounter my own trials and know the Lord for myself. Can i tell you---- Hes been better to me than i been to myself....
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 02:47:26 +0000
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