Hey-0, readers. Just about every day of my life, I’m torn between posting on this blog that I love oh-so-dearly, and finishing the wonderful little book I’m writing currently, so most all the time I have chosen the book (praise be to God for discipline). But today, I just couldn’t keep my distance from this white little blank page to share some thoughts.

I was folding the laundry and hating it, not grumbling out loud, but might has well have been with my sulky attitude. Boo. But then, oh then, I remembered the little boy whose laundry I was washing, the man that I love more than words who was away working for our family. The man who I always wish I can find a way to serve more often was suddenly on my mind.  Laundry became my ministry. And I worshipped God folding the laundry.

I was just picking up the house, and folding a blanket, when I looked out the window and noticed the big backyard, the three clean windows in our bedroom, the modern curtains we love and picked out, the bed and walls that all coordinate in a style we prefer and bonus…that we could afford. Then my mind wandered to the luxury we enjoy every day. The cars we drive are working. The food we eat is healthy. The water we drink is clean. And both of us love our jobs. Is it really considered work if you love your job that much?! The selfish person I used to be, but how God has restored me to something even better than before. Just thinking about all the blessings when I started down this path overwhelmed me so much that right there in the middle of my messy bedroom, I put the blanket down, fell to my knees quite literally, and began to cry. They were tears of joy, thankful tears of praise, for all that was done for me that I could not do for myself. All I could think to say was, “Thank you, Father. God, why do you love me so much? You are good, through and through. You saved my life. Help me never to forget your mercies. I worship you, and will worship you forever.” Thankfulness filled my heart. And I worshipped God for who he is.

I was walking to my car, feeling a little anxious about walking because my legs felt a little tingly. For whatever reason, lately my mind has wandered to how often my doctor asks me if I have any trouble with walking. Sometimes with MS, your muscle strength can be a big problem, and for whatever reason, they always seem to bring it up. I have NO issues with that! But sometimes just them asking me triggers my mind to worry. As I was leaving work, walking just FINE to my car, and trying very hard to overcome the challenge in my head, I refused to listen to Satan’s whispers. The first thing I chose to think instead was, “Lord, look at that sunset! How did you make that so beautiful?! What an artist you are. I can’t wait to see heaven’s colors. I bet we’re just using the simple primary colors here on earth, huh? You have a whole big box of surprises to open up for us, bigger than Crayola’s biggest box, don’t you? You promise in Psalm 91 that you cover me with your feathers, you shelter me with your wings, and that your faithful promises are my armor and protection. You made the sunset, and you aren’t finished with my life. You don’t need my doubts. Bring your promises to mind right now so that your scripture is louder than the devil’s whispers. More than anything else in this world, give me more trust in your goodness, God. I could use more trust.” And right there, in the parking lot, I worshipped God for who he is, doubts melting away as I watched the pink sunset sink on the horizon.

Worship him in the small things and in the big things, sing his praises when you voice is full of joy and laughter, and praise him when it takes everything you have in you just to lift your hands with no words at all. Worship him in the dirty laundry, the messy bedrooms, and the doubting moments. Worship him for the unmowed yard, the job you don’t love, the relative you don’t understand, and the bills you’re not sure how you’ll pay. Worship him because you ate today, because you have a friend to call, and because you can pray to the maker of the world directly, anytime you want. Praise him. Oh world, praise the King.

Psalm 29:1-11

1Honor the lord, you heavenly beings;
honor the lord for his glory and strength.
2Honor the lord for the glory of his name.
Worship the lord in the splendor of his holiness.
3The voice of the lord echoes above the sea.
The God of glory thunders.
The lord thunders over the mighty sea.
4The voice of the lord is powerful;
the voice of the lord is majestic.
5The voice of the lord splits the mighty cedars;
the lord shatters the cedars of Lebanon.
6He makes Lebanon’s mountains skip like a calf;
he makes Mount Hermon leap like a young wild ox.
7The voice of the lord strikes
with bolts of lightning.
8The voice of the lord makes the barren wilderness quake;
the lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.
9The voice of the lord twists mighty oaks
and strips the forests bare.
In his Temple everyone shouts, “Glory!”
10The lord rules over the floodwaters.
The lord reigns as king forever.
11The lord gives his people strength.
The lord blesses them with peace.