Sincerely Abandoned: Lifting Our Hands

My natural posture when worshipping is to lift my hands. Since I don’t like attention drawn to myself, this way of worship is done in seclusion only.

What makes people want to raise their arms in praise?

Children take this position when they want to be held. They temporarily abandon the desire to be independent and surrender to someone they have faith in.

I am His child. As much as I want to take control over my life, I simply can’t. The weight is too much for me to bear, and so I find rest in Him. Lifting my hands is my surrender. But it’s only temporary. Like a child, I revert back to doing life at my will until I need Him again.

With His arms outstretched, Jesus Christ surrendered His will to the Father’s. He is the perfect reflection of what it is to give up our will in exchange for His. He willingly suffered for my soul and, in exchange, I give Him the bear minimum. How unfair is this trade-off?

Therefore, I will lift my hands in surrender and in praise to the One Who saved me when I couldn’t save myself.

Songs for times such as this:

Scripture for times such as this:

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About Me

My name is Nikki. I’m a suburban transplant who now lives a quiet life where morning light spills over pastures and the scent of cow manure fills the air. Between taking care of the home, tending to animals, and nurturing my garden, I’m learning over and over again to lift my eyes up and let God’s grace take over.

Here, I write about the beauty and ache of the everyday moments and ordinary days, about faith that takes root, and about a Savior who meets us in both the noise and the stillness. My prayers is that each story or reflection will point to Jesus so that you, dear reader, will find Him in the middle of your own everyday and ordinary moments.

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