A spirit of pure worship doesn’t usually flow from me with the sound of music the way it does for others. Many lovers of God lose themselves completely in faith-filled lyrics and in instruments of praise. But not me.
Sometimes it comes across as a distracting noise for me. Not every time, but most times. Witnessing from a distance the intimate connection that transpires for others when a piano key tings or guitar strings vibrate has caused me question my worship. What is wrong with me, am I defective?
Scribbling in my journal one afternoon, feeling exceptionally content, it hit me. Music may not bring out pure worship in me, but let me sit down to jot a line or two of inspiration, or grab a paint brush and produce expressive art across a blank canvas, or use my hands to sprinkle glitter on glue and suddenly my spirit, my inner being, instantaneously connects with God.
Should my artistic expression come out exceptionally hideous it would not matter. There is simply something about a quiet creative moment that draws me close to my Creator. I sense His presence and feel the warmth of His Face shining upon me in a very real way. Sensing His presence in those moments, causes my very soul to respond in the way that many others do with music–pure worship.
“God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth.” – John 4:24