This morning my dear friend T texted to check in with me. I have been struggling on all sorts of levels lately and am finally finding ways to admit it. She recommended a song off of Hillsong's new album, "Even When it Hurts (Praise Song)". I was walking back to the parking garage by my yoga studio as I considered the fact that I could not remember the last time I picked up my guitar. My practice of personal worship had once been a daily part of my life and the praise that had once flowed freely had dried up. I started singing there on the street
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus' name
On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
When darkness veils His lovely face I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale my anchor holds within the veil
On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
And that's how I found myself in a quiet, nearly empty parking garage choking on my words. I believe there is something powerful in publicly declaring truth to yourself, even if you're the only one who actually hears it. It's an acknowledgment that this world and our lives in it is nowhere near perfect, but that doesn't have authority over us. Jesus Christ, life and life eternal is our reality right now. This is why we sing.
When He shall come with trumpet sound oh may I then in Him be found
Clothed in His righteousness alone faultless to stand before the throne
On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand.
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