FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY reached out to (IN)courage.me today which is a little tricky, but I will try to wrap my mind around it.

Worship…

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

 2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my  blog’s footer}.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

OK, are you ready? Give us your best five minutes for the prompt:

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When I think of worship I don't think of Sunday morning, starched shirts and hard pews...

When I think of worship...I think of talking to Jesus, praising HIM, wanting to know HIM, reading HIS book to me, crying out my desires, fears and being aware of HIS awesomeness.

I've felt that I worshiped HIM in the middle of the night when I had a tiny baby in my arms and it was just HIM and me.

I've felt I worshiped at the clothes line while hanging clothes and singing to the top of my lungs every hymn that came to mind.

I've felt I worshiped when I was prostrate across a bed crying my eyes out waiting for an answer that never came.

I've felt worship in little churches with 35 people singing praises and up on a mountain top with 50 teen singing around a fire.

But most of all I have felt worship when I sat with my Bible open and read HIS words to me, written over 2,000 years ago of the greatest gift ever given...      Jesus.

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