15/10/2026
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DONE THAT SINCE OCTOBER 2015 .... TO DATE & TILL DEATH ⚰️ AND THEN BEYOND THE RAINBOW 🌈 ♾️ ♾️ ♾️
We have seasons in life when the tears are louder than our prayers, when the weight we carry is too heavy to explain, and when the silence of heaven seems harder to endure than the storms around us.
There are battles we fight behind closed doors, wounds we cover with smiles, and prayers we whisper through trembling lips because we no longer know what else to say.
And yet, even in those moments, God is still worthy of our worship.
Recently, I was reminded of the song: “Shout to the Lord,” something about these words stirred my heart: “My Jesus, my Savior, Lord, there is none like You.”
and what a powerful declaration it is!
We are not just singing beautiful words. We are declaring a truth that remains unshaken regardless of what tomorrow holds. We are reminding our own weary souls that our God is greater than the storms we face, more faithful than our feelings, and more steadfast than the circumstances that threaten to overwhelm us.
When we sing, “My Jesus, my Savior,” are we still able to say those words when healing has not yet come? When the door remains closed? When the answer is delayed? When our hearts are breaking over something we have prayed about for years?
Can we still call Him our Savior when He has not yet changed our situation? Can we still declare Him Lord when His ways are beyond our understanding?
This is where worship becomes more than music. This is where our faith is tested, our hearts are refined, and our devotion becomes a living testimony.
Anyone can shout when the miracle arrives. Anyone can lift their hands when the breakthrough comes, when the tears of sorrow turn into tears of joy, and when every prayer seems to have finally found its answer.
But what happens when the song ends and the struggle remains. will we still worship? Will we still trust His heart when we cannot trace His hand? Will we still bow before Him when life refuses to unfold according to our plans?
Remember Paul and Silas. Their feet were fastened in stocks, their bodies bore the marks of suffering, and their freedom had been taken away. Yet at midnight, they prayed and sang praises to God (in Acts 16:25).
They did not wait for the prison doors to open before they worshiped. They worshiped while they were still inside. Oh, may we learn to worship like that!
Not because the pain is imaginary, but because God is greater than our pain. Not because we understand everything, but because we know the One who holds all things together. Not because life has been kind to us, but because He has remained faithful even in the valleys we never wanted to walk through.
your worship is not a denial of your struggle; it is a declaration that your struggle will not become greater than your God in your heart.
You may be weeping, but you can still worship. You may be waiting, but you can still trust. You may be weary, but you can still lift your eyes toward heaven.
And if all you can offer today is a broken whisper of “Jesus, I still trust You,” let that whisper rise before Him.
You do not have to pretend that you are strong. You do not have to hide your tears to prove that you have faith. Sometimes the most sincere worship comes from a heart that is hurting yet refuses to abandon the One it loves.
So here is the challenge: can you still shout to the Lord when your circumstances give you every reason to be silent?
Can you praise Him in the waiting room? Can you worship Him in the wilderness? Can you sing of His goodness while your prayers are still unanswered?
May our worship never be dependent on the gifts we receive, but rooted in the greatness of the God we serve.
..Because even if the answer takes longer than we hoped, He is still God. Even when the road is painful, He is still faithful. And even when our voices tremble, the truth remains unchanged: MY JESUS, MY SAVIOR, YOU ARE STILL MY LORD. THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU! ❤️🔥
