This Side of Heaven

My soul has so much more to offer in worship than my little white lungs can accommodate…but I try.  Just ask all the Rockvale, Christiana and Bell Buckle folks that I “bless” with my worship in the middle of the night occasionally.  It’s just me, the angels, crickets and frogs and the open country road.  I can think of no more fulfilling moments of worship than those.  You know…when I get to heaven, I kinda think my glorified body is gonna be that of a big black lady.  Cause when I sing “How Great Thou Art, or “It is Well” or “The Revelation song, it’s gonna require lungs like Jennifer Hudson, a heart like Mandisa and the soul of Aretha.  In the midnight hour, there are no little voices from the backseat telling me to turn it down and not so gently reminding me that I haven’t yet achieved “Aretha-ness”.  It’s weird I know, sneaking out in the middle of the night for a date with God.  Just know, that on that day ya’ll find my car flipped over somewhere along a country road in the middle of the night, I went with Glory on my mind and Heaven in my heart!   I was probably doing something ridiculous like trying to raise my hands in worship or close my eyes to pray….or dancing like a fool…yeah, I do that too.  God smiles though, I’m his fool and my voice sounds like Aretha’s to him and I dance like…well, I don’t know any dancers that I wanna dance like. 

That moon is mine tonight, he made it just for me.  It’s got that foggy glow all around it.  Can’t see the stars, but we know they’re there, right?  Just like those moments, when we can’t trace His hand…we have to trust His heart.  The low chorus of frogs slowly  subsides, then crescendos, drowning that one little night bird I hear chirping….and the sweet melodies of Selah soar over all of it. 

My heart is full…longing after my Father.

"Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty

Who was and is and is to come

with all creation I sing

praise to the King of Kings

You are my everything

and I will adore you!"

Meg