"O God, you are my God;
I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.
Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!
I will praise you as long as I live,
Lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy."
For me, I grew up knowing nothing except church. I grew up travelling around Europe, whilst my Parents worked as Christian missionaries, with myself and my two sisters in tow.
I grew up week in, week out seeing hundreds of people saved, making a decision to follow God, humbling themselves before him and witnessing breakthrough in their lives.
My childhood was incredible. I knew I was blessed to be withheld from all the nasties that life can bring.
We stopped travelling when I was age 11 and as a family we continued to serve in our local church. Each week attending church, leading worship from the age of 14 I knew the words of every worship song.
I would sing them at the top of my lungs, I would raise my hands in all the right places and yet worship became an activity, not a life style for me.
My faith was all I’d ever known, so in my late teens I began to look at my faith like a weekend ritual.
Scripture became a novel and worship became a performance. Leading from a place of routine and not righteousness.
I found myself in a place where I would sing songs, but not worship. I would listen to the sermons, but not worship. I would serve across all different ministry areas, but that wasn’t worship to me. It was a job that needed doing.
It was when I turned 20 that I realised the importance of worship. I realised that I am made in Gods image, I am made to live a sacrificial life, to honour him in ALL that I do, even when it hurts, even when I feel unworthy and feel like damaged goods, I am called to worship.
I am made to reflect his goodness in every aspect of my life, so that without speaking scripture or singing songs my life demonstrates Gods Grace and his worth.
I worship as a testimony to Gods goodness in my life, his undeserved Grace, his forgiveness, his love and his provision.
I offer my life as a living sacrifice to the one who saved my soul, who blesses me beyond measure and allows me to live freely in his name.
I worship to celebrate who God is and all he has done. I remove myself, my opinions and my desires to fix my eyes on the one who deserves my full attention.
Now- I seek God above ALL else. The words I sing strengthen my soul,, they are biblical principles that I declare and use to lift high the name of Jesus.
I am so excited for our worship night at Liverpool One Church. I am expectant for all God has in store. I know that when we right place God, restoration happens, chains are broken and freedom floods in.
I am believing for miracles- physically, mentally, relationally and financially.
I pray that as we gather to lift high ONE name, in ONE voice that angels begin to sing and the heavens begin the stir.