Being here, away from corporate worship, has been challenging. It’s been a struggle. It’s just been hard. I’d like to say I’ve handled it well, with grace and openness. But, honestly, I haven’t. I’ve held on to this image in my mind of what it is supposed to look like. Of this cookie cutter formula with music, announcements, socialness filled with hugs, and preaching. I miss all that. Especially the hugs. Oh how I miss hugs so numerous I lost count.
This week, I was given a gift. Intangible, but wow. You see, I’ve been reading through the Word chronologically, thinking that it would be awesome. It has been good, but I was missing instruction, and frankly, there were times when I got bored and forgot to pay attention to what I was reading. So, in addition to that, I started a devotional on prayer. It has changed me. I got this journal from a sweet friend before I left and decided to put it to use. The first half is scripture by topic. As I read, I record things that speak to me and arrange them by topic. The other half is prayer. I am still and quiet and He is faithful to burden my heart with people in need. I journal those prayers. This morning, as I sat. And sat. And sat, nothing came up except to worship. So I did. In my heart I was singing 10,000 reasons, so I put in my earbuds and shut out the world and my heart was rocked to its core.