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No I suppose I’m not exactly with
the band. I mean, I don’t play an instrument, at least not any more.Although, when it all comes down to the core
of who we are, we’re all instruments……our voices (although there could be many
levels of vocal abilities) are instruments.Just recently during a personal worship session it dawned on me exactly
how many songs I know lyrics to…fluidly…and I quickly blew my own mind.Yet I lose my keys on a daily basis, go
But then I went deeper.I started to think of all the worship
musicians I’ve had the honor of knowing, (I actually gave birth to two of them);
and how these songs, among many, many other songs are programmed in their brains.Every intro, every outtro, every vamp, every
key change, every groovechange, every
step up, every breakdown, every……single…… transition……; their brains acutely trained
and their overall senses flowing with adrenaline, yet they are still worshipping
with their spirit.
One of my favorite
experiences as a mother has been watching my two gifted sons grow as I take a
step away from the worship team that bonded us so tightly; and just being
amazed at how much energy and visual communication goes on during a full
set.Yet, to see them close their eyes
while they play and allow themselves to worship; that has been to this day the
most deeply felt, wonderful moments of sheer awe towards God and feeling totally
unworthy of being their mom.But that’s
me, He chose me for them.I wonder if
they realize exactly how anointed and gifted they are.
But I digress (Sophia moment).
Next time you’re in the
middle of a worship session, while you ponder your own heart, take a listen to
every instrument; each one has its own melodic lines.Listen to every voice; listen for the subtle
blending of harmonies (or not); the using of a natural gift, a talent, a sacrifice of
praise at times (SERIOUSLY!); to bring songs of deliverance and healing to a hurting world.
"Praise him for all his greatness!
Praise him with trumpets and horns! Praise him with harps and lyres! Praise him with tambourines and dancing! Praise him with stringed instruments and flutes! Praise him with loud cymbals! Praise him with crashing cymbals!"