This is one of my favorite new worship songs. Take a listen:
As we were singing this in church on Sunday, it got to the part that says, "My heart will sing no other name," and I thought, "That's right, Lord! What other name would my heart sing?"
Oh. That name. But I mean, like, what name would I put first in my heart? Clearly, it's only Jesus!
Come on! Really?
This may be a new kind of smackdown: A Worship Smackdown. *sigh*
I feel like I've been super selfish lately. Not necessarily in ways obvious to others, but obvious to me—and to God. How little time I've spent with him because I want to do what Rachel wants to do. How little studying or praying I've done because Rachel has gotten in the way. I don't feel like I've been extraordinarily busy. In fact, it's possible that I've been extra lazy, instead. Life isn't keeping me from what I ought to do. Rachel is. Me. I'm doing this to myself. And to God.
My heart is singing my own name louder than God's.
Sometimes I like to imagine that there's this mirror in my heart. When I look into it, I see what's truly in my heart—I usually see Jesus. And I figure that's what's shining out to the world, too. Lately, I haven't even wanted to look. I caught a glimpse the other day, and the only face in the mirror was mine. There was maybe a part of Jesus' shoulder or something in the frame, but that's about it. It's all me now.
And I don't like it.
Who's in your mirror? What name does your heart really sing?