Don’t Lose Sight


What a season it has been. 

A virus, unseen to the naked eye, wreaked havoc on all mankind for almost the entire year.

Drastically affecting one of the most natural things often taken for granted in our world, fellowshipping with one another.

Even the greatest introvert, who adores solitude, has missed having the ability to stand quietly near strangers in this season.

And as for the extroverts, well… all the social distancing has just about pushed them over the edge entirely.

Yet here we are. 

With our masks and face shields, goggles and other protective, distancing gear.

We are here, not all but most.  

We are here, fully alive in a completely upside down world.

Cures are being considered, vaccines created and yes, in time this too shall pass.

But as of today, while we are here, in the thick of it all, tired of it all, remember these three simple words: Don’t Lose Sight.

Don’t lose sight of goodness, hope, gratitude, purpose, love, kindness, faith, truth.

Don’t lose sight of God.

Just because “our normal” stopped existing, doesn’t mean God did.

In fact, with the ways of mankind coming to a screeching halt in 2020 perhaps our Divine Creator was simply giving each of us the time to reset, regroup, refresh and refocus on Him for a brand new season ahead.

Pure Worship

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