So it has been one of those weeks for me. 

I have not been “content in all circumstances” nor have I been brimming with the peace, patience, joy, hope, trust, and faith that I should have resounding in my soul.  In fact, I think I can honestly say that I’ve spent the majority of the week complaining to God and feeling bad about my apparent lack of spiritual maturity. 

And, great week or not, tomorrow morning I get to do something that delights my heart more than any other activity in the world.  I get to sing to Jesus, taking part in the great honor of corporate worship.  How can I reconcile the huge divide between my rough week and the absolute, consuming perfection of His Powerful Presence when we all get together and praise His Name?

As I come before Him tonight wrestling with this question, I find myself very humbled by a God who loves me deeply, a God who knows me by name, knows my thoughts (yes, even the “I can’t carry on anymore, God” thoughts), and sent His Only Son to live a sinless life, die an excruciating death on a criminal’s cross, and conquer sin entirely by taking back His Life, physically resurrecting from death three days later. 

This is our Redeemer and Resurrected Lord, Jesus Christ who saved the world!  How humbling, how awesome, and how worthy Jesus is to be praised! 

So I guess the only resolution between the polar opposites of having a rough week and being upheld by a Perfect God is to come before Jesus and say… Lord, you know my heart and you know where I have been this past week.  You have seen every tear of despair, every fit of hopelessness, and every place where I have fallen short. Forgive me, Lord, for my sins and restore a right-spirit within me. In this week, in my worship, and in all my ways, Darling of Heaven, I aspire to honor you.  I give myself entirely over to you. 

In the Matchless Name of Jesus, I pray! 

Amen!