I remember my very first Bible study group. I was new to church and new to discussing my spiritual life aloud. I clearly remember one morning sharing (perhaps it was even bragging or seeking the approval) that I had prayed while washing the dishes. As if this were especially holy, that I was so filled with love for Him, it churned out everywhere like soap bubbles.
The memory is indelible because at that moment my soul became aware. So what? Do you have any idea how full of joy and praises you could be? You should be?
No, I had no idea then. Nor did I have any idea how noisy my life would become and how many more praises would be sung above the bedlam. I had already faced grief and desolation and believed that God had rescued me and that my feet were on steady ground. But there was more to come, and even worse, even more unthinkable. And in those times, even as I withered and failed, I would learn to sing even louder.
Any moment with God, whether over the dishes or in a chapel, is solace and healing to the soul, even if there is no end to the madness before one’s earthly eyes. Bliss is found with Him and in Him. When I, in my depths, am touched by His consolation there is at once joy and adoration. It pierces my awareness and adjusts my soul, aligning it with His majesty and omnipotence.
It is not the world that reigns nor anything in it! God reigns. His holiness reigns. The suffering world is healed by His praises!
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. Isaiah 43:2
Meeting God at the Park 