Worship – Declaring Salvation

Stars and Mountains“When Israel came out of Egypt, Jacob from a people of foreign tongue. Judah became God’s sanctuary, Israel his dominion. The sea looked and fled, the Jordan turned back;  the mountains leaped like rams the hills like lambs. Why was it, sea, that you fled? Why Jordan did you turn back? Why, mountains did you leap like rams, you hills, like lambs? Tremble earth at the presence of the God of Jacob, who turned the rock into a pool, the hard rock into springs of water.” Psalm 114 {NIV}

The songs of Israel declare the good God of Israel, singing over and again of his goodness. Declaring salvation, telling his story intertwined with theirs, paused for a moment in wonder at his power. They remember fleeing, they remember their captors, they remember where they were, they can look back at the darkness of what was. Where they were lost, not at home, afraid. 

In this darkest moment they see his power on display in all his fullness. In the lonely hour he runs to their side and leads them out, walking them home to the place where he dwells with them, the loving Father King, from a land of oppression to a city of his strength.

They sing of the journey leading home, where the powerful God of Creation moved the mountains from their place, caused the ocean to run out of the way, and provided for them with water he broke from stone. Declaring to earth that he is God, that a move of his cannot be stopped, not by mountains, oceans or even his people, he always makes a way.

Now we sing that this same God of Israel moved heaven and earth to walk on the mountains he created, to stand on seas that would have moved out of the way for him, and to be held down on a hill, that would have bowed down had he let it.

Our worship declares our story intertwined with the saving one, we sing for the moment the earth held it’s breath. That moment where Jesus stood in the trembling place before the wrath of the Father. We sing because the trembling place did not last, it could not hold him, the earth where he laid could not keep the Saving One, death itself could not hold down the King of Heaven. The one who makes oceans run and mountains move, even moves the unmovable, death.

We sing like Israel of our journey home, the wonder of our rescue and the welcome into the House of the King. Singing through our still dark moments, recalling to ourselves and each other his goodness and his power and swiftness to help.

Love, Grace and Worship for your day

Rachel x

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The Prettiest Days

The Prettiest Days

“The Whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.”

Psalm 65:8 (NIV)

One of my favorite things in the whole world is a foggy morning, a world draped in mist. The smell, the feel, the veiling of all that you can normally see creating suspense at the arrival of it’s view. I could sit and watch rain and fog for days. I like to credit it to my English heritage that has given me a natural affection for what others would deem miserable weather.

These are the prettiest days.

My beautiful daughter has embraced my love of foggy days and can be heard from her bedroom screaming my name “MUM, MUM it’s a foggy morning, you’re gonna’ love it!!!”. She runs around the house awaking the family to the dawn of a day covered in fog like it’s Christmas, she then hustles me beside her to sit and take in the beauty.

The beauty on these days, is always her heart that outshines even the prettiest foggy morning. She has a way of celebrating with you what you love and declaring with joy unbridled, that the creator has in fact created a perfect day. {Truth be told, she will also make up songs and sing them, very loudly}.

She teaches this verse to me, heaven’s whisper in a little girl’s exuberant smile. His creation calls forth in her, songs of joy. She feels no need for quiet pondering solitude, bless her, but only joy shared and declared.

She is a worshiper of her Savior at heart.

She reminds me of childlike faith, Small and Big all at once.

Looking at the world and seeing the fingerprints of her creator all over it and in return offering him praise, declaring his goodness to all within her scope and means. This Girl is Strong, and it runs in her family. Her strong and creative God made her, just like she is, on beautiful purpose and I am blessed, because I get to be her Mum.

Strong, good things await her as she continues to grow into all He has prepared for her. I am praying faith filled days ahead of her, praying that she never loses her heart for people, or her deep joy. As her mum I consider it my mandate to speak these words of truth, hope and strength over her, that she might always know my love for her and deep belief in her.

Love, Grace and a Misty Morning for your day

Rachel x