Worship Anyway

It had been a rough couple of weeks.  No single major catastrophe, just a lot of little things nipping at my heels.  And I was discouraged.  Feeling sorry for myself, really.  So when I entered worship in the gym that Sunday morning, I hoped God would see it from my perspective and join my pity party.

He didn’t.

That’s not how God works.  In fact, He does things altogether differently.

It’s just the beginning of a devotion I wrote based on Psalm 100.  Join me? I’m writing over here today and would love for you to join me . . .