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Made To Worship

Sitting here listening to Briana Babineaux on YouTube in worship and it really hits me. 
The only times I have every felt 100% complete and content in life have been in the depths of worship.  That uninhibited place where it is just me and God; even if it was on stage during worship service.  At that very moment when I'm in the place where nothing else matters and I can just sing from the very core of me.  When everything that is me is bowed before God, totally surrendered and what comes out of my mouth is directly sung to Him.  


We were made to worship

I want more of this.
I need more.
I need to worship
I need to sing; not to glorify the gift that He gave, but because He gave me this gift, I will use it to be closer to Him.

I have to become a worshipper.  
I want my child to know and experience the fullness of His presence and what it is like to be totally surrendered to God. 
I have to lead by example.

Most of all I NEED this.  I have to be in that place. 

I was made to worship

Lord show me where you would have me to be.  I want nothing more than your will for my life.   I want every thing that you want me to have.  All the peace, the joy, prosperity, influence..... All that is mine.  

Music hits my soul like no other thing in this world.  I know there is a place for my gift to be magnified, to glorify and usher in the presence of God.  Without this, I am incomplete.  Lord lead me to the place that you have prepared for me.  Show me where you would have me serve.  Teach me to live a life that is dedicated to You.  All of you and less of me.  

Lord I was made to worship you and I lay down my life, so that I can have the life you have for me. 

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