Using Your Worship as Your War-ship

Hopeful, elated, joy-filled…

I sat in awe as the worship went on. My heart was overjoyed not because I had won the lottery, but because the ministration brought to mind God’s immense grace the previous year.
My thoughts aligned well with the worship and my heart bore witness of the Lord’s Grace that had brought us thus far. There were no words to describe my experience. My lips felt numbed as I bowed my heart in worship.
When there are no words to say, worship the Lord.
I heard it impressed upon my heart:  Worship is the unusual arsenal for War-ship this Year.
There are strange battles that can only be won in the place of our worship.
Like in the days of Joshua, some huge barriers we experience requires we pick up our harp, dancing shoes, lift our voices, bow our hearts and raise our hands and simply worship.
Great men who had victories understood the power of worship.  (Joshua 5:14)
This year I tune my heart to this one thing alone – Worship.  Very closely, I hold this scripture.
But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. John 4:23 
Why does God seek us to worship?

Worship is all we are called to do. It is all we are created for (Ecclesiastes 12:13).

It is a privilege for us to worship Him.

All our individual purpose is rooted in worship.

Worship gives you unusual victories.

We can only worship Him in spirit and in truth (John 4:24)

In whatever sphere of influence we find ourselves as wives, mothers, sisters…we are called to exude His glory through our worship.

Are you ready to commit to worship in the New Year?

I am super ready for intentional, wholehearted continuous Worship.


Lord, I come before you to worship. I have come for to behold the beauty of your holy name. Let everything in my life radiate your glory as I worship your Holy Name. Thank you, Lord for this privilege to worship you in Jesus’ Name.

This article was first published on  allmomdoes.com
By His Great Grace,

Ifeoma Samuel


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