living a life of worship.

Lately God has been showing me a lot about worship. About just stepping back from life for a moment to just be. I am learning how to truly be still and know that He is God. 


I am a perfectionist and I think that if I'm not always doing something and doing it perfectly then I'm failing. So I want to do and serve more. And if I fail, I feel like I'm not valuable to God. But He has been telling me, "Emma, just be. I loved you before you even loved me or wanted anything to do with me. So now when you are truly trying, even if you fail, I still love you". 


Last weekend I went to the beach with my best friend. That is where this worship-journey began. One night I walked out onto the deck to be greeted by this:

In that moment my heart cried, "Beautiful, Daddy. Just beautiful. Thank you!". Suddenly I felt tiny and I realized how truly huge and beautiful God is. And when I realized how great He is and how unimportant I am, His love seemed even more amazing. He, being so high and holy, loves me even though I have absolutely nothing to offer him. Wow.

And as I went through the weekend, He pointed out to me all the little things. The way my face feels after I wash it. The color of the sky through my sunglasses. The way my best friend's hair looks in the morning. The way my mom overuses emoticons in her texts. The color of a fresh grapefruit. All the little things He puts in my life that bring me joy. He is so close. He is intimately acquainted with all of my ways. he knows how much I love Him. He notices everything. 

On the way home I thought. I was still and I knew that He is God. As I rode home, I listed the names of my Savior:

He showed me, in His word, who His Son is. And He is beautiful. I listened to "Yes You Have" by Leeland and was captivated by the lyrics:

If I ascend into the sky
Or hide behind the night
I cannot run Your love is chasing me
If I fall into the sea
Your hand will rescue me
No one will take Your place 

In the past two weeks, I've been comforted by Psalm 139, where those lyrics come from. Perfect timing, Father. 

When I got home, my mom began to tell me how God had been working in her life that weekend by showing her the little things. Once again, perfect timing, Daddy. 

He is always there and He sees our hearts. We don't always have to be actively doing. We have to be actively worshipping. 

Worship isn't something you do. It isn't a chunk of time on Sunday morning or Wednesday night when you stand up and sing. It's something you are and something your life should be. Your life, your actions and words, should sing to the King. 

That rhymed... Total accident. 

Love and Joy,

       Emma

Sorry for the long absence, friends. School has gotten the best of me. If I didn't have to go, I wouldn't. But, alas, there is that little law saying I must attend school and everything. Minor details :) But I have a couple videos (one breathtakingly beautiful and one absolutely hilarious) to share with you in the next few days.... Get pumped. I am.