Hands Down

Tomorrow I will worship at my regular place. I love the church. I love the people. I love the Godly messages. And the praise music is upbeat, helping me tune into the Lord.

Tomorrow I will want to raise my hands in praise to the Lord, but I'll hold back. That's not how I was raised. That's not what 98% of the congregation is doing. My husband standing next to me might get weirded out.

But there has to be something to this. I mean, every few weeks I feel nudged to put my hands in the air to praise God. Really, what's the big deal? I'm sure God's not going to say, "No heaven for you!" if I don't do it. But I think it's different than that. I think God wants me to put myself on the line, put myself out there for him. To him, it means that I care more about him and what he wants me to do than what I think others think of me.

Psalm 86:11 (New International Version)
Teach me your way, O LORD,
and I will walk in your truth;
give me an undivided heart,
that I may fear your name.

It's this whole undivided heart business that we're working on. So pray for me that I wouldn't hold back, that I'd raise my hands proudly to God and proclaim his praises in the morning.