"With tears streaming down our face."

As I woke up this morning to say goodbye to my dad who was visiting from Charleston, this song was playing through my mind..

In the chaos, in confusion I know You're sovereign still
In the moments of my weakness You give me grace to do Your will
When You call I wont delay
This my song of all my days

There is no one else for me

None but Jesus

Crucified to set me free

Now I live to bring to You praise

I've begun to pay close attention to when I wake up with a song in my heart. I'm finding that the Lord is usually speaking to me, preparing me. Today I knew that He was whispering comfort to me through this song. I can be so selfish in my pain thinking that I am the only one who has ever had to sacrifice something. I am learning that some pain in life is necessary. I think of Jesus on the cross. He watched as his mother looked on while he was beaten and tortured, and yet He knew the Father had a greater purpose. These are the moments of true worship; when we can embrace the pain, and trust that God has a purpose in it all. My dear friend always says,  "Sometimes we have to trust God with tears streaming down our faces." I've done this many times, and again this morning. I remembered the song I wrote a few weeks back. The words are so tender and come from such a raw place. They flooded my mind again this morning.

When did faith become a mountian,
That I must choose to climb?
It used to be so easy
When nothing was required.

But the faith that makes me move
And asks me to let go
Draws me close to You
Where I surrender

Sometimes faith is easy
And sometimes it makes you cry
But I will give you glory
And walk this road, that I might please You God

You've walked this road before me
And climbed to calvary
For the joy that sat before You
You were death for me

Sometimes faith is easy

And sometimes it makes you cry

But I will give you glory

And walk this road, that I might please You God

I know it's ok to miss my family, and I do. I know it's ok to cry, and I do. But my worship to the Lord, is that through it all I can say with tears streaming down my face, "Lord, not my will but Yours be done."