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My Worship

"I choose to worship right here in the midst of everything that I'm going through. Tears running down my face. Don't know where to go. Don't have nobody to talk to but I've made up my mind; I'm going to worship you. In spirit and in truth I bless your name I glorify you right now I'm desperate for your presence God. I'm coming after you. " - Wess Morgan (I Choose To Worship)

Selfish: devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one's own interest benefits welfare etc., regardless of others.

Selfless: having little or no concern for oneself especially with regard to fame position money etc.

Sometimes its so easy to be selfish. To sit in all your problems and complain. To worry about the troubles of tomorrow at the rising of the sun today. This is my greatest battle to date. Often times I get so caught up in the issues of life I forget who God is. I stress and worry about how im going to get here how im going to take care of this will i ever be the person He said I would be. My face breaks out my appetite disappears and my mood is beyond depressed. I begin to live inside my mind. I eat drink breathe and survive on the deadly thoughts that pop up in my head. "Maybe I just need to be by myself. Maybe I shouldn't read my word today. Maybe some secular music will make me feel better." I drown myself in the comfort of the world instead of the arms of the Lord. Ive denied the very power of God. His ability to do anything. There is nothing to hard for God. But I still try being strong. I try doing it on my own. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” ( 2 Corinthians 12:9)

Ive tried it my way so many times. Guess what? It never worked and it never will. Jesus gave them this answer: “Very truly I tell you, the Son can do nothing by himself; he can do only what he sees his Father doing, because whatever the Father does the Son also does" (John 5:19) From Him my life came and to Him my life belongs. I am a slave to His glory binded by His grace and covered in His mercy. I am a love child of the Most High. This is why I worship.

When He means more than your stress and worry your tears and pain your test trials and tribulations. When His word is your daily bread the life inside you the reason you exist. When He is more than enough more than you deserve more than you can take in at once. When His will is all that matters the peace that surpasses all understanding the comfort you cant put in words. This is WORSHIP.

The joy that comes from commanding my mind will and emotions to have a seat while I give God all the praise I can yell at one time every tear to express my gratitude raising my hands high cause I surrender to Him. I bow before my King.

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