My soul is at peace.

My thoughts only reside on the One who sits seated on the throne in heaven.

I feel broken and restored in the same moment.

A song flows from my voice, but I cannot even hear it.

All I see is his glorious face. Sometimes, He is smiling.  Other times, He is crying as my heart is mourning my hurts, sins and problems.  There are moments when He is dancing with a wild sense of abandonment as I raise my voice in joy.  And there have been moments when He is smoothing my hair as I weep at his feet.

All of this happens on any given Sunday morning. While the band plays, the music swells and envelopes me and I am transported to the throne room.

Yes… I know… transported sounds so science fiction.  And although I do have a LOVE of that wonderfully, imaginative fiction… transported is the word that most closely describes how I feel in those moments.  One moment, I am squinting because of the stage lights… and the next… I am blinded by something from out of this world.  I close my eyes and realize I am in the presence of the Almighty and his love surrounds me. I do not hear my voice as it feebly shakes out of my vocal chords. When tears begin to flow down my face, my voice breaks… but still I sing. All I know is that I am singing to Him.  No matter how bad or good I sing, if it is from my heart, it delights Him.

Instead, be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. (Ephesians 5:18b-20)