My Safe Place
One chilly October Sunday morning I walked into the sanctuary with a heavy heart: Feeling depressed and overwhelmed by life’s seemingly toughest experiences. I struggled just to make it out to Church that day. There was a sense of warmth which emanated from the smiles on each person’s face that quickly overpowered the chill.
To begin, one of the intercessors ardently and prophetically prayed. Everyone was in agreement with her prayer with exuberant shouts of praise and adoration unto Almighty God. Expectantly, I felt His presence and I knew I was in a holy place.
The worship team then took over and the worship leader continued to usher everyone into a deeper dimension of worship as the musicians played skilfully upon their various instruments. Everyone danced with all his/her might and sang unto God with voices of triumph. The expressions on each’ face reflected the freedom with which Christ has made him/her free. Overwhelmed by the peace and joy of the Lord, there were several expressions of worship unto God: Some bowed their knees, some cried, some were prostrate before the King of Glory, hands were lifted in surrender and praise and some clapped their hands.
