Then Sings My Soul Saturday...

I lurk (pretty often) on lots of blogs by other Christian women. And am so often humbled and encouraged by their stories and writing. Amy over at Signs, Miracles and Wonders, does a weekly meme called Then Sings My Soul...the idea is to post lyrics or maybe even a video of a song that speaks to you especially, right where you are.

This is my first time to participate, and I have been thinking about it all day. It's not even Saturday here yet (it's about 11:50 p.m. on Friday), but all day I have had this song in my heart. And then, this evening, while still working (some more frantically than others) to finish up the new building for our grand opening worship service on Sunday, the sound guys were testing and played this song...

The lyrics say:

You're calling me to lay aside the worries of my day

To quiet down my busy mind and find a hiding place

Worthy, Worthy

I open up my heart and let my spirit worship YoursI open up my mouth and let a song of praise come forth

Worthy, You are worthy

Of a child-like faith

And of my honest praise

And of my unashamed love

Of a holy life

And of my sacrifice

And of my unashamed love

This has been an amazing week of ups and downs. Monday we were walking thru studs, no sheetrock in site. Tuesday, we were painting--not just primer, but in color. 7000 sq feet. And I came home so tired and exhausted, I wept. Wednesday, I spent part of the afternoon there, taking lunch to the team; I didn't plan to make it to the new place in the evening, but at around 5:30 p.m., I received a frantic call from my pastor--"Quick--google how to get paint out of carpet--we've had a spill of about a gallon. Rally everyone you can to bring towels and buckets." (I should note here he's seldom, if ever frantic. Wry, yes. Sarcastic, sometimes. Frantic--doesn't happen). Yesterday I came home after on and off all day at 11:30 p.m., tired with my fairly fresh incision throbbing and my ankle telling me I was stupid, but with full confidance that we would make it--today the fire marshall threatened to shut us down. After faxes and calls and entirely humble hearts, at 5:30 tonight, when fire marshalls never, ever work, we got it: our Certificate of Occupancy.

I am a part of our worship team (vocals and violin). I haven't played my violin since before the accident, obviously. This was one of my favorite songs to play. The violin part in it sings so sweetly. I miss playing so much. But I may again, someday...at least that's what they tell me.

Now, listen to these words. The enemy opened up his arsenal and wanted me to worry. But I chose to listen to God's call..and put aside my worries and quiet my busy mind. And do what I was created to do: worship. He is above all...WORTHY. This week was allowed to happen this way because we need to be able to point towards God and say that without Him, it just wouldn't have come together. I am unashamedly, unabashedly, completly without dignity and wholly in love with my God.

Head on over to Amy's blog and check out TSSS