It’s Friday again! Every Friday, I join a special group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES on a one-word prompt. No editing. No revising. Just WRITE. This week, the word is LIFT! Go! //
I REMEMBER THE PANIC. Strange shoes, strange clothes, strange hands. I couldn’t see anything else past the press of bodies around me. Random faces looked down in pity, but that didn’t help still my racing heart.
Then the gentle arms of a kind, old grandpa courageously lifted me up past the crowd, and I could see her. “Mommy!” She turns in relief. I was found.
We’ve heard it said, “Lift up your eyes – where does your help come from?” However, sometimes I need more than just to lift my eyes, I need full-on intervention. God, get me out of here! I need His strong arms of rescue and help.
Perhaps the power of LIFT is not so much about Location as it is about Vision. When you’re down and out, you can’t see past the littered alley and cardboard pillow. When you’re lost in the crowd, you can’t see past the shoes racing past you and the handbags hitting your face.
Being lifted up means clarity and vision. It’s the ability to see your goal without being distracted with the obstacles.
That’s what worship does in my life. Lift. It’s the Divine enabling me to focus on the destination rather than the distraction. Think of it as the chair lift for life.
Stuck in circumstances and can’t see straight? You need a higher vantage point. Can’t see past knees and shopping bags? You need a higher vantage point. Can’t see past doctors bills and grim prognoses? You need a higher vantage point.
Oh that we would allow Father God to lift us higher than our vision to see what He sees. Worship is so much more than repetition. So much more than inspiring melodies.
It’s when Almighty God // breaks past the consciousness of my own realities and He shows me who He is and where He’s going. Worship is when He lifts me up to see accurately and receive peace, comfort, purpose, and direction.
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