During this morning’s church service, a song was sung with the words “bow down”. I don’t know the name of the song, I somewhat recognized it but can’t recite any other lyrics as I wasn’t listening past the first time I heard “bow down”. The words hit me like a ton of bricks.
When was the last time I bowed down to God? I mean truly bowed down. When my prayer wasn’t routine, wasn’t for my benefit, wasn’t while driving in my car because that is the only time during my busy day that I have for God is while I am distracted with a major responsibility. When I find myself praying in this way, I have to remember praying while driving is wonderful and I do it quite often but if this is the only time I have to do it, then my priorities are off. My Savior shouldn’t get slid in wherever possible, He should be top priority and first!
When was the last time I got on my knees because I was that humbled; with my head down because I didn’t want anything distracting me, no sight and no sound. Protecting my time with God, protecting it from things of this world that will never match up to His importance.
When I was single and lived alone, I would come home from work and drop everything to plant myself on the living room floor and spend time in prayer, bowing down. There would be no distractions, no television in the background, no radio softly playing, just me talking to God and worshiping Him. My bible may be sitting in front of me and maybe not but I would be bowing down. This needs to be a regular routine, not a rut as some routines can be but a regular part of my everyday life; intentional, humbling, fresh, alive and sincere.
Psalms 95:6 Come, let us bow down in worship, let us keel before the Lord our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care.