Ross King’s song stung this morning. Stung. Like a bee sting or worse. The kind of ouch that brings tears behind your eyes. Except that it was behind mine.
I heard this song months ago when I was driving. I nearly drove off the road. It was THAT meaningful.
The message I heard was that I need to do whatever it takes to be able to hear, and that means clearing the clutter. Taking a hard, brutal, crushing look at what’s on the stage in my life. What is in my way of real worship. What am I putting in the way? What am I choosing to worship rather than the Authentic One?
I realize how little time I put into waiting for God to whisper. If I want my soul stirred, rocked and broken, then what must I exchange for the time it takes to beg for that…and wait.
It takes the humility of a beggar to beg. That may be what I really need.