I went out with a plan this afternoon on a gorgeous April day. The plan was simple. Get something cute. I’d really like a dress. I had some ideas in mind for what I liked. Something that makes me feel good. Something stylish. Something modern. I’m pretty tired of what’s in my closet lately. I’ve got a plenty of clothes. And don’t get my wrong, I’m thankful. But dang gone, I just wanted one outfit.
So I went out with my plan and a few bucks in hand. I had zero kids. It was me, myself and the mall. I was ready to go.
So I found myself wandering around looking at rack after rack after rack. Pairing this with a sweater. That one with some nude pumps. This teal one with a belt. Ohhh. Perhaps this one. But that one didn’t like my thighs.
Ohhhhhhhh. What about this one? Nah….that one doesn’t like my arms. Oh goodness.
Nothing was looking good and the things that did look good honestly were not falling into that few bucks category I mentioned. I scoured two stores and I spent about 2 hours. Starting to get frustrated I ended up walking out empty handed.
I said ‘NO’ to the dress….es.
On the way home I was sour. Grumpy. Like the life had been sucked out of me. Like my grand plan was smashed with a mallet. Broken was not what I had intended so I left feeling bummed. Yet the sun was shining and it grazed my skin. The weather was much warmer than before.
Why was I so disappointed and annoyed? It was gorgeous day to behold beauty!
On the way home I was thinking about my disappointment and then it happened despite the crawling traffic on the highway. Despite the back roads detour. Despite the construction truck I was following up over the mountain.
There it happened at the foot of the mountain back road. A song came on the radio by Michael W Smith. And there I lifted my hands in holy worship. There I sat praising the God of the universe.
The God who is. The God who came. The God who deserves every praise no matter how I am feeling. It happened on the way up over the mountain. The joy of the Lord. The spirit swelling inside my heart.
I was undone. Who cares if I don’t have a new dress? Who cares if I didn’t come home with what I hoped for? None of that matters now. All that matters is that I had an encounter with the God of the universe. All he wants is more encounters with me.
Encounters when I’m…
I went from feeling disappointed and frustrated to joyful in the blink of an eye. Why?
Because I took my voice and lifted it high in praise and worship. Have you ever tried that?
Have you ever worshiped the God of this universe in the midst of your troubles, in the midst of your circumstances. It doesn’t matter what we’re facing. He’s still there. He still cares. He still is waiting for us….to just open our mouth wide and praise Him.
Sometimes when we find our self having to say ‘no’ over and over God is saying ‘YES’ over and over.
Yes…I have the power
Yes…I’m here with you.
Yes….My mercy reaches to you.
Yes…My healing power is for you.
My prayer for you is that you listen and you hear it in soft whispers. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Love and blessings,