I’ve always been fascinated by plants that grow in tiny crevices even though they’re often weeds. Only weeds are persistent enough to grow somewhere nothing else wants to. Sometimes worshiping the Lord grows out of the desolate cracks of your heart in the same way: Persistently, somewhat unwanted, but absolutely needed and uniquely beautiful.
My most intimate moments with the Lord started in the parched cracks of my heart. Cracks where there was just enough space for something to grow. Dry, lifeless spaces slowly coming to life. Bringing beauty to the barren landscape.
Worship in desolation is hard. It’s a battle to create space. It takes extra perseverance to grow into something beautiful. I hope that worship continues to grow in my life’s dry spaces. That out of death comes life. Out of pain comes beauty. That I continue to grow in places I don’t want to.