My worship moves from the inside out. It has all of my flourish because it is personal. It reflects who I am. I sing loud and wave my hands. I praise. I enjoy the presence of the Lord. Because when He shows up, nothing else matters.

Mine rises and falls according to what I put into it. I love to lift my hands because it feels as though I am reaching for my God, the subject of it. I love it when I can throw off what ever is on me and go before my God. I love to worship.

I lift my hands in worship.

It is something that is visible that shows adoration for God. In its best place, it is pure. And I often offer it praying it is acceptable to Him.

It connects me to God

Have you ever sat in a room designed for worship and felt like it was invisible? I have prayed more than one time ‘Holy Spirit, if you are not coming, you should have let me known.”

Some services feel like the worship is invisible. There are shadows around it, but you don’t see any clear signs of it. I struggle with what to do when there is no worship in the worship. I admit, I hold back because I don’t want to seem like the weirdo who is always shouting and praising God. But sure miss Him when He isn’t there.