You know that Sunday feeling, right?

We leave the church building inspired and filled with Truth and encouragement on Sundays … and somewhere along the course of the week, pieces of the message tend to fade and we often lose that Sunday feeling. 

The Monday After {the Sunday Sermon} is our attempt to carry the Sunday message into Monday mornings by walking together and sharing how what we’ve heard on Sunday morning is making a difference in our Mondays, our weeks, our lives. Because of your generosity to Accelerate, we are able to share these stories! Thank you!

The Monday After Sunday, August 17, 2014 {Listen to the message HERE!}

By Hyacynth Worth

This is our broken hallelujah.

The kind that doesn’t understand how life is unfolding but trusts that there is purpose in the pain, that there is a gift wrapped in the waiting and unfolding of the plan we did not plan.

This past Friday, we received confusing and hard news; the child we hoped to adopt no longer wishes to be adopted. This child has been in our home for three entire months during the past eight, and she has been in our hearts when she has not been in our home.

We have no answers as to why she suddenly decided this, and communication has been flawed and ignored, at best.

To be clear, we know that we are her people. We know that she can forever and ever say yes to us and still simultaneously say no to adoption because her “yes” doesn’t just mean becoming a part of our family; and indeed she already is a part of our hearts. Saying yes to adoption also means saying yes to a new school, a new culture, a new language, a new way of life. It’s not an easy, slam-dunk answer.

She has loved and been loved during this whole hosting and adoption process. We have stood by, in tears of gratitude, as God has provided all that we need — support, encouragement, approvals from our governments, financial resources, schooling provision, offers of extra in-school help from professionals.

Our community has rallied around us as we have hemmed this child into love without even being able to share with her just how much stitching has gone into that hem.

And now, while it seems as though the hemming is coming undone, we ask The Lord to hold it tight.

We ask him to sew up the frayed ends like only he can.

And in our asking, we engage in emptying our hands, our hearts our praise to Him. He reminds us of Psalm 27.

Do not fear. Sing our praise to The Lord. Stand in the Hope of The Lord. Wait on The Lord.

So we love in the face of fear. We sing praise in the midst of tears. We stand in the hope of The Lord who binds up the broken-hearted and sets the captives free and places the lonely in families.

And we wait, uncomfortably and gratefully and longingly, in great expectation of a great Father.

“Worship is bringing all we truly are — good bad and ugly– into intimate contact with all that God truly is.” -Pastor Kelly Davis

So this is our worship, Father.

This is our broken hallelujah.

“Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks.” John 4:23

 

IMG_2528Hyacynth Worth is grateful daughter to the Perfect Father, wife to John and mother to two little boys and three souls she will one day meet in Heaven. In between mothering and coordinating online communication for Immanuel, she writes about grace, motherhood and living a healthy lifestyle at Undercover Mother.

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