I pause my dishwashing and savor the old song.
“My son, my son, why are you striving?
You can’t add one thing to what’s been done for you.”
Classic Keith Green.
Brings me back 30 years!
Vivid memories of newfound life in Jesus wash over me.
Looking back to the days when I was alive– for the first time in my life. Reveling in awkward beginnings and church life and Jesus.
These lyrics pack fresh power for me tonight. Even now that I am a middle-aged mama with a husband and kids, a minivan and a dog. It’s good to remember my first love.
Why the subconscious, ceaseless striving?
I can’t add one single thing to the sacrifice of Jesus. Impossible that there is anything at all that would negate the need for His holy blood.
I know this. Of course, I know.
“But when I hear the praises start, my child…”
Ah, relief. My gaze shifts from me to Him.
A breath of fresh air as my yearning heart gives Him praise. The striving and the stress begin to roll away.
The striving ebbs, but the yearning flows stronger. Oh, how my heart is made for Him alone.
“My precious bride
The day is nearing
When I’ll take you in my arms and hold you…”
We are the Bride of Christ. Yearning for our Bridegroom. To be held by Him– intimate and eternal.
The Lord inhabits the praise of His people.
No wonder the tears come, and I can’t squeak out even words of praise anymore.
He is here. Up close. And my heart brims with His nearness.
A few minutes of worship. I feel filled up, and a little sad. Bittersweet taste of Heaven.
Back to my work I go. Deeply glad to experience again that I am His.