Inmost Being

This blog has always been real and transparent, so this is a real, transparent what-God-is-teaching me kinda blog.

 

Over the past two weeks I haven't done a morning devotion. Well, a devotion in general. Actually, it's been twelve days. This semester I have found myself so tired from late night studying that, for the first time in my life, I have discovered the snooze button. Mind you that in all of my school years, I have never once hit snooze. This has resulted in late and grumpy mornings, which led to late and grumpy days. When I get home I mindlessly scroll through Facebook for the tenth time that day and then do homework until I'm too exhausted for anything else and so the cycle continues.

 

However, yesterday at church we sang Revelation Song by Kari Jobe -- a song that has always and will always move(d) me to tears. While singing this I realized how much I missed His presence, not just on a Sunday morning but on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning as well. I missed opening His word and just feeling so filled with Him that I couldn't help but to feel my heart fly. So there, in that moment, that was my exact prayer: "Lord, make me desire You. Make me crave Your presence.  Make me see Your love through everything so deeply that I want nothing more than to stand before you in awe. I want to be near Your heart, and I want to long for Your presence. Amen." And do you know what? He answered it. 

 

I went home and felt His peace while doing homework and studying. There was not one hint of anxiety within me for the first time in weeks. I woke up this morning feeling the most rested I have on a Monday morning since the start of the semester. I craved His word more than my morning coffee as soon as I woke up. I longed for His presence before anything else. God showed up and showed off and I again found myself in awe. 

 

I sat there and debated of whether I should start back in Psalm 103, a passage that I've read many times before, or something else. I felt a huge tug on my heart and a still small voice, and there I was... opened to Psalm 103. "Okay, Lord..." I thought, "...what can you show me here that I never noticed before?" And within the first verse He opened my eyes to the complexity that I never looked at. 

In verse 1 reads, "Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise His Holy Name." I stopped... inmost being? So, I looked up what that meant: 

Inmost: situated farthest within; most intimate; located or occurring within or closer to a center. 

Being: existence; the nature or essence of a person

That blew me away, because in essence that verse can be translated to, "Praise the Lord, my soul; all my existence from the center of my essence within, praise His Holy Name." Here comes the cliché part: worship and praise come from within and pours out upon the feet of our Savior! 

Further back, in one of my favorite passages of Psalm it says that God formed our inmost being. Our very nature to praise from the inside out was created by Him and for Him alone. 

Wow. Let that set there for a moment. Now, let me repeat it: Our very nature to praise from the inside out was created by Him and for Him alone. 

How amazing it that? 

God is good. God is great. Amen. Amen. 

Inside Out - Hillsong
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZ-fghqc8Oo

I'm also going to be real and say that I had a child spit a half of a meatball in my hand today. Why? Because he found it on the ground and decided that he should eat it. 

Here's to a grace-filled week!