Lord, I love to sing Your praises
One of the things I've discovered in my spiritual journey is that, no matter what happens, God will always give each of us a way to talk to Him. He will always give each of us a vessel through which to worship Him. For me, that vessel is song.
I love to sing. Love, love, love to sing. And it is through song that, even if I have no other way, I can talk to, and praise, my God.
Such was the case at the beginning of last year. My personal prayers felt hollow and forced. Mass wasn't going all that well. Every way that I tried to communicate with Him wasn't working for me– except song. Even when I was at the darkest point in my spiritual journey, I was
still able to sing His praises. And it was through song, during Adoration on a retreat I was helping lead, that I began to be pulled out of my spiritual funk.
God was there, reminding me that, even when I don't have my own words, even when recited prayer feels hollow, that He is still there listening to me, and will help me find a way to get my point across. Lord, I love to sing your praises.
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