Worshipping the God You Know

Or, I could say, “Knowing the God you worship”, or “Does the God you worship know you?”

(I know I generally post positive stuff.. well, it always end up good anyway, even if things start off bad. But here’s a more human-failure post, so you all know I’m not really a programmed robot.)

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to seek God with a more disciplined, methodological, focussed devotion style. And one of my own breakthroughs is spending more of my morning praying. BUT…

I better explain praying for a bit. In the Christian context, it just means talking to God. So I’ve been starting off my day telling God what about the things I wanted to do, telling Him my worries, etc. Asking Him for His opinion even, on my plans and desires. And it’s just awesome that as I open my Bible, I’m always lead to passages that answer right into my prayers. And it’s been awesome. I find grace and strength to last the whole day, with its crazy schedules.

Then I tripped. Yeah, I messed up. The day before yesterday, I had an early morning appointment and I couldn’t spend my full usual time praying. Yesterday I got up late, and the laziness got to me, and I actually skipped my morning prayer time.

Life went on yesterday, did lots of stuff. And at night, I even went to church for Prayer Service. But while I was worshipping, a huge heavy sense of conviction came onto me… Without my time of just talking with God… it felt like I was worshipping a God I didn’t know. I mean, I’ve been in church all my life. I was “born a Christian”. I kinda know everything about God.

But knowing about God is not knowing God.

And I started wondering, how many people actually know WHOM we worship. I want to worship a God who knows my thoughts. I want to worship a God who plans my ways. More than that, I want to worship a God who guides me in His plans and walks me thru it. I want to worship a God, whom I can share my thoughts to, and hear what He has to say about my latest cravings for chicken salad.

Then I began to realize, that I cannot worship in church until I have worshipped Him at at home, and in my heart. It’s in prayer with God, that I see His hands in my life – every hour of my day, just slowly revealing Himself to me. And then, I can truly worship, because I have tasted and seen, and I know that God is good.

So yeah, I got up today early, and spent my time in prayer. It began with God bringing back a reminder, “My mercies are new every morning”. I went on even longer than usual, rambling away about all the things I really wanted to tell God about. Now His assurance, His peace is back with me. I can’t wait to face today with Him.

We’re cool now, God and I :)