We’ve probably all heard the definition of worship as
“ascribing worth to God” or something similar. We tend to think of worship as
what we do on Sunday morning, gathering together in joyous (or perhaps tedious)
songs of praise and in prayer. Reading
As I’ve been struggling with depression and frequent bouts
of crying for no discernable reason, there are two thoughts that often come to
mind. First, “Why is this happening?” And second, “Help me Lord!” At those
times, I am realizing again how small I am and that I have no control over
anything in this world. But I also realize how big our God is, not only in
control of the universe but of each of His children as well. Nothing escapes
His notice. And when I come to Him with empty hands and broken heart, I am
worshipping Him by acknowledging that He is the only One who can heal me, and
fill me with joy and peace.
How many times did the psalmist cry out to God for help and
deliverance? Psalm 42:3 says, “My tears have been my food day and night, while
men say to me continually, ‘Where is your God?’” What about Peter in his time
of failure by denying his Lord and then being forgiven on the seashore? How
about Paul in prison, shipwrecks, and everything else he faced? Through it all
our heroes of the faith worshipped God with their tears.
What an amazing thing it is that we have a God that not only
loves people in general, but He loves me specifically. He not only loves me,
but He likes me and wants to spend time with me (Zephaniah 3:17). So I’m
reminding myself that even though I don’t understand what’s going on, my God is
still worthy of worship because He is God and I’m not. What does the Father
desire but for us come to Him and be swept up in His loving arms? And whether
we come running in joy or in pain He still delights in being Abba Father.
“Little ones to Him belong, we are weak but He is strong!”
