When I was a young lady, my mother once told me I was like a little bird singing in the rain. It took me awhile to figure out what she meant. One day it dawned on me, she was telling me in her own way that I’m a worshiper. Have you ever had your attention drawn to a window because you heard a bird singing it’s heart out in the pouring rain? Most birds will seek shelter when it storms but every now and again, one will stay and sing; that’s my mother’s definition of a worshiper.
A worshiper will sing in spite of. In spite of their circumstances, their feelings, or their health to name a few. Like that little bird who raises it’s voice in song to our Creator in the storm, a worshiper will raise their voice with tears streaming down their face. I, like most people have had my share of hardships but when things become unbearable, I do what comes naturally, I close my eyes, throw my head back and I worship God. And above all, I trust and believe. I trust and believe in my brokenness like that little bird singing in the rain, that my prayers are heard.
One of my favorite praise and worship leaders and song writers is Michael W. Smith. I’d like to share one of his songs with you in hopes that it blesses you as much as it blesses me. Enjoy.
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