A Life of Worship

This week I have been writing about worship as it relates to having a #MoreAbundantLife. Often we think of worship as something we do on Sunday, but God intends for us to lead a life of worship.

As we offer all that we have to the Lord,
we become a living sacrifice.

A living sacrifice. That means I am to put my all on the altar — my pride, my hopes, my gluttony, my relationships, my selfishness, my plans, my anger, my dreams, my fear, and my love.

A Life of Worship

It isn’t always pretty, because when I bring all I have, and all that I am, some days, it doesn’t feel like I am bringing my best to the altar. Our God, He is a consuming fire. His holy flames will engulf my offering. This is the Refiner’s Fire.

And I come, like the widow with her mite. My offering is paltry. I am dust, I am like the grass that withers.

Lord, here I am. I bring to You the anger that I brandished yesterday, like a sword.  I bring careless words that have boiled over and petty grudges that stick, like gum to a shoe. Here are all my wasted minutes—the precious gift of time You bestowed today—so much of that slipped through my fingers.  Lord, is this all I have to offer? Is this my life of worship, my living sacrifice?

Thanks be to God. He will burn it ALL up. His fire will quench my thirsty soul. And thorough the fire, He will bring out the better parts—my contrite heart, my humbled soul, golden wisdom from foolishness.