GROWING THROUGH PRAYER (A 'LOVING GOD GREATLY' BIBLE STUDY)
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January 28, 2016
Week 3 ~ Day 4
Read: Hebrews 13:15
SOAP: Hebrews 13:15
S:
“Through him,
then, let us offer up a sacrifice of praise to YHVH continually, that is, the fruit of lips which make confession to his name.”
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O&A:
Through
who?? YESHUA! Jesus!
Through Yeshua, let’s offer up a sacrifice of praise ~ an offering! A free gift, which is likened to an offered
sacrifice. There’s this one song that,
man, everytime I hear it, I cry tears of joy, pain, and tears of rejoicing and
overcoming. It’s called “From the inside
out”. For me, it is often the epitome of
a sacrifice to praise YHVH because it takes something from me to get through
it.
Before my
grandpa passed away, I used to stay with him one night a week. He had been living with Parkinson’s disease,
and everyone but him knew he was suffering from the debilitating disease. We would talk about a lot of things on those
nights, although it was increasingly difficult for him to form his words and
get his thoughts out.
One night he
began to apologize to me for raising his voice to me. (I later thought he might have confused me
with either my mom or my grandma. Or remembered a time in my late teens when I
did something despicable – not gonna put it out there.) I said, “Papa, out of the people who have
ever been in my life, you are probably the only person who has NEVER yelled at
me… even if I deserved it.” He began to
tell me about the difference he could see in me from my childhood, teen years,
young adulthood, etc. (Long story short
is that if you ever want to know how YHVH and Yeshua changed my life, please
ask me!)
I told him
that I had finally found my purpose in life, and that is to serve my King, and
my Savior.
I shared with
him the lyrics to this song. I sang them
to him, and told him that one of my greatest pleasures is worshiping the
Creator.
A
thousand times I've failed
Still
your mercy remains
Should
I stumble again
Still
I'm caught in your grace
Everlasting,
your light will shine when all else fades
Never
ending, your glory goes beyond all fame
Your
will above all else
My
purpose remains
The
art of losing myself in bringing you praise
Everlasting,
your light will shine when all else fades
Never
ending, your glory goes beyond all fame
My
heart and my soul
I
give you control
Consume
me from the inside out Lord
Let
justice and praise
Become
my embrace
To
love you from the inside out
Everlasting, your light will shine
when all else fades
Never ending, your glory goes beyond
all fame
And the cry of my heart is to bring
you praise
From the inside out
Lord my soul cries out
Days after his death, I was
cleaning the kitchen, and this same song came on. I wanted to shut down; I wanted to curl up in
the fetal position in a corner and cry till I passed out. Instead, I stood there praising Abba even
when I cried so hard that my voice couldn’t come through. Still I worshiped! This song still brings me back to that night
with Papa, and still brings the tearful worship, and I am so thankful that
there is the assurance that my Papa is with the King in glory, and no longer
captive in the body that was giving up on him.
The same word that is used for
sacrifice in this verse is used in Psalm 107:22 “Let them offer the sacrifices
of thanksgiving, and declare his works with singing”, and in Philippians 2:17
“Yes, and if I am poured out on the sacrifice and service of your faith, I
rejoice, and rejoice with you all.” The
sacrifice – the fruit of the lips: in the work of exciting, nourishing,
increasing our faith, as if in providing a sacrifice to be offered to
YHVH. He is not asking us to make a sin
offering of a bull, or lamb, or turtledoves!
He is not asking us to stoke the fire of the altar for burnt offering! He is asking us to give of OURSELVES! To Him, our King!  |
Some days I feel empty, and feel
that there is nothing in me to give Him, or at least nothing worthy. Sometimes I am able to push through that, and
be like the widow’s mite, and give my King all that I have, even if it is
miniscule. And then there are days that
I feel so empty, depleted, or whatever, and I allow that to keep me from
entering into His presence, even though I know He will not leave me empty of
HIM. That is what I become empty
of is my King. It’s not being empty of Elizabeth that keeps me from coming to
Him. There should be nothing that stands
between my King and me or my Messiah and me – nothing situational, emotional,
physical, verbal… Nothing.
P:
Baruch ata YHVH Eloheinu!!! Blessed be YHVH Eloheinu!
Mi
shebeirach avoteinu
M'kor
hab'rachah l'imoteinu
May the Source of strength
who blessed the ones before us,
help us find the courage to
make our lives a blessing.
Mi
shebeirach imoteinu
M'kor
hab'rachah laavoteinu.
Bless those in need of
healing, with r'fuah sh'leimah,
I lift up the petitions of
my sisters and friends to You, knowing that You are able to do mighty works!
Abba, let us not grow weary
in our praises of You! Let the fruits of
the Spirit be evident in our lives, from our thoughts, to the fruit of our
lips, to the fruit of our actions. Love,
joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and
self-control. Empty me of Elizabeth, and
fill me with all that is pleasing to You, that my offerings will be a pleasing
aroma to You. In Yeshua’s name, Amein.
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