Saturday, March 16, 2013


It's something I don't quite know how to explain. Yet somehow, each week, I feel the same way.  Saturday comes and goes...but it is not just a day to me any more. It is a day of worship - worship so very different from what I have ever known, worship that transcends lyrics or tunes or atmosphere.

I walk in, and I am empty. I am tired. I am broken. I am wondering  if I can make it through the coming week - 7 days that feel too big and overwhelming for me to handle. I am wondering whether my daughter will be "that" child that will disrupt the service.

But, I am  here.

I breathe in and take my seat.

While I sit I am overwhelmed by how great God is - not because of anything said by any one person, but because of how evident He is in their joy, their manner. And as I sit, I can't help but think that this is the way it is supposed to be.

Sanctuary. Peace. Joy. Conviction. Worship. All of these I find here, in this special place.

I walk in the door and I am weighed down by my week. But when I walk out, I am free.

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