Hard Fought Hallelujah

  I often listen to worship songs during my devotional time and have a lot of thoughts. Here are some of my musings. I included the songs I was listening to and encourage you to listen to it too while you read.

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Thoughts:

What do you do when the will to praise seems to be gone? When the winter seasons of life have come and your prayer rooms has turned cold. You've lost more battles than you've think you've won. Promises feel deferred or all together gone. People have walked away and all you can seem to do is limp into the holy of holies. And you have nothing left to say. Silently pleading with God for a break because one more blow just might eradicate the little faith you have left. What do you do when even the desire for prayer is fleeting. Your soul is empty and hungry. Your bible sits waiting for your company. The Lord's gaze you keep evading. When there's nothing left not even tears. What do you do?

You Press.

"Forgetting what is behind and reaching forward to what is ahead."

You come back time and time again. You press. You come with fresh wounds and battle scars from the battles you've won or lost. You come with the taste of blood in your mouth from the last time life sucker punched you. Just come. You run, you limp, your crawl however you have to but you make it back to that secret place even when it feels like its taking everything you have. 

I'm not saying that it will be easy quite the contrary some days it's hard. Today its hard... I'm not claiming the weight will lift when your there. I am asking that you remember when you reached out your hand to Him when He called your name on that first day. Remember why you've stayed and go back to Him. There was a season when it was spring and you thought He was good. When you fought and worked out your salvation. Please remember that. Come to that secret place with Him and sing praises even if you don't feel it even if you don't believe it. Because everything they've said about Him, everything you said about Him is still true. Even when we can't see it. What you see with your eyes doesn't negate the truth. Scream, sing Hallelujah, cry until you.ve emptied the pain and exhausted your lungs. Come as consistently as you can until the very end. This is the anchor that we have and the winter is the worst time to be set adrift.  

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