One of “those days…”

Yesterday, I had one of “those days.”

You know they’re like. Nothing seems to go right, and somehow all the little things that didn’t go right affect you more than the things that did go right. And even though you’re sure that more went right than wrong, it’s all you can do to think of even one of them.

By the time afternoon came, I was snapping at my kids, fighting a headache, and just plain tired of being frustrated. As I dashed out the door to the Post Office, I called my husband for some encouragement, for I know that when I get like this, his loving and patient voice is always ready to assure me that it’s fine if I don’t get everything done…to tell me he’s sorry…and to just generally help me put things in perspective. And he did, again.

But you know, even a loving husband can do only so much. The problem was in me, with my heart…and only my Savior and my Lord can totally meet my needs.

I waited through the long line at the Post Office, looking worse than I ever leave home looking, but just not caring…and God gave me a clerk whose kindness and helpfulness was truly a gift from Him. (Plus, it seems that any time you’re sending gifts and cookies to soldiers overseas, everyone is eager to do their little share and help you, which is special. We appreciate you, soldiers!)

Anyway…then I got back in the car, and God did one of His miraculous-moment-things. I heard no words, I saw no vision…yet suddenly, between the time when I pulled on the car door handle and when I sat down behind the wheel, I was overwhelmed with how blessed I am…just because I’ve been given a husband who loves me, three beautiful children, a church full of friends…and most of all, because I have Him. My Lord. My Savior. My Rescuer. My Light. My Joy. My Healer. My Strength. My Peace. My Righteousness. Because yesterday was certainly a reminder that I have none of those without Him.

I knew what to do. I turned on a songlist full of my favorite worship songs and began praising Him who is my All in All…and it never ceases amaze me how quickly I feel His everything flooding my spirit and renewing me. It took the devil all day to tear me apart and drag me down with little nothings…and it took my Savior only five seconds to restore me. He is so good!

And then “Moment Made for Worshiping” came up on my song list, and I was reduced to joyful tears. The words were simply the perfect echo of what I needed to reaffirm.

“Somewhere in the distance, I remember yesterday…
Singing ‘Hallelujah,’ full of wonder, awe, and praise
But now I’m just wondering why I don’t feel anything at all.

This is moment made for worshiping
‘Cause this is a moment I’m alive.
This is a moment I was made to sing
A song of living sacrifice
For every moment that I live and breathe.
This is a moment made for worshiping.”

It’s as simple as that. This is a moment made for worshiping, simply because this is a moment I’m alive to do so!

I know I’ve said it before…that the times when we don’t feel like worshiping Him are the times when we most need to. Yesterday was such a poignant reminder that it’s not God who needs our praise in those times. We are the ones that need it, for in those times, more than any other, we need to open the door that allows the gifts of His presence to flow into our spirits.

He is so good! And He is so faithful, for His love for us is boundless and never ending and encompasses everything we’ll ever need.