Psalm 9:9, “The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.”
The red letters of the alarm clock scream the start of another morning. Sunday morning. Her head pounds a reminder of last night’s party. She gave into temptation again. She brushes her hair from her eyes and chokes back the bile rising in her throat. The flood gates open and she buries her face into the white pillow.
Why? Why? Why…. Why does it have to hurt so bad? Why can’t anything just be easy? Why I can’t I pull it together? It’s never going to…
“And the voice I hear falling on my ear the son of God discloses”
Oh, that song again. Why is that song constantly popping up? The same two verses over and over again… What is the rest of that song?
“And he walks with me and he talks with me and he tells me I am his own”
Lord, if you are walking with me and talking to me, I am listening. I’ve got nothing else to lose.
Through tear stained eyes she glances at the clock one more time.
9:45a.m. The church billboard down the road says service starts at 11am. I have just enough time to get ready.
Jesus, if you can hear me, I’m going to church today. My heart’s open to you Lord. Please, if you hear me, show me today Lord. Amen.
Before heading out the door, she takes one last glance in the mirror. She adjusts her spiked blond hair and runs her hand over the tattoo on her arm.
Should I cover it?
“I’m not going for them Lord. I am coming to be with you.” She grabs her red bag and heads to church for the first time since she was a child.
“And the joy we share as we tarry there none other has ever known”
How do you get ready for church on Sunday morning? Do you spend more time on your appearance than you do getting your heart prepared to worship and hear His message? Do you pray to hear what He has to say to you before you leave the house? What about others in the church on Sunday? Would you find yourself judging someone with spiked hair and tattoos if they entered your building? Please share your thoughts in the comments.