Do you ever know deep in your soul that God has orchestrated certain details to show you He loves you? I hope so. It’s a kind of knowing that is invariably cheapened by sharing, and yet the compulsion to share is overwhelming. You might tell your friend or spouse, “This amazing thing happened…” And yet you know despite sincere efforts to appreciate all that you convey, it’s just not possible. The symphony of events and thoughts and words and scenery were for you and you alone. It’s in those kinds of moments I know Jesus truly is my best friend. Because He gets it. I don’t have to explain it. Or give any kind of disclaimer like, “I know this might sound like I’m reading into this…” He knows I’m not. He is the author of the symphony and He delights in my recognition and appreciation of it.
Yesterday I had a day drenched in sacred little moments. But I’ll tell you only about one of them. I tagged along on a business trip to D.C. with Will. As an aside, if at all possible, always fight through the feelings of “this couldn’t possibly be worth it” and arrange the 6 Billion details of leaving. We walked around the National Mall at sunrise and then he went to his conference. I grabbed coffee and my Bible and sat in a beautiful courtyard. I read a few Psalms and wrote in my journal. Then I read a devotional published by The C.S. Lewis Institute called Reflections. Here is the link but in summary Lewis convincingly argues that a failure to praise God results not just in missing out on life’s greatest experience, but ultimately our ability to enjoy any blessing is diminished. A failure to praise Him means we miss out on everything.
I packed up my stuff and headed back out walking. On the steps behind the Lincoln Memorial, I opened my Bible again and read Psalm 116. Then I headed for the National Gallery of Art, straight up Constitution Avenue. But the sidewalk was closed. The detour took me right beside David’s Tent. I had looked for it near the Washington Monument where it had been when I left the D.C. area in 2015. I was stunned that this detour caused me to stumble upon its new location.
If you’ve never heard of it, it is a tent where Christians praise God through worship music 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. They have Bibles and people to pray with you as well. I don’t know exactly how long I stayed but it was more than just a few minutes. I kept thinking, “I’ll leave after this song.” But then I’d love the next song too. I could not make myself leave.
Then the musician leading worship began strumming a song I knew but somehow didn’t expect to hear. Years ago the song was used in various churches as the inspiration for a drama, but I’ve never sang it as a congregation, never sang it with anyone besides my brothers and sisters in Christ at David’s Tent.
The song? Everything by Lifehouse.
We sang only this selection of the lyrics:
And how can I stand here with you? And not be moved by you? Would you tell me, how can it be? Any better than this? ‘Cause You’re all I want, You’re all I need. You’re everything, everything.
It just doesn’t get any better than that. He’s all I want. He’s all I need. He’s everything. Everything.
Praying as I fly home to my sweet boys that you have even the tiniest appreciation for this symphony of grace God gave me yesterday and that you recognize and give thanks for the symphony of grace He is orchestrating for YOU today.
Praise the Lord, all nations! Extol him, all peoples! For great is his steadfast love toward us, and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever. Praise the Lord! Psalm 117