On Thursday evening, I came across a poster for an event called Shachah: The Kingdom Woman happening that Saturday at Ruach Tabernacle.
I had already made plans for Saturday.
I was supposed to go for a club nature walk.
But something about that poster caught my attention. I thought about it for a while, and eventually, I changed my plans.
I decided to go to Shachah.
And honestly?
I am so glad I did.
We worshipped. We danced. We praised God. We fellowshipped. And somewhere in all of it, I found myself thinking about the decision I had made just two days earlier.
I could have gone for the nature walk.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
But that Saturday, I chose to be somewhere else.
Then one of the women sharing spoke about worship, and she asked us a simple question:
How do you worship?
It made me think.
Because when we hear the word worship, most of us immediately think about singing.
But worship is so much bigger than a song.
She spoke about serving in different areas as an act of worship. She spoke about the sacrifice that comes with serving God. She reminded us that sometimes worship requires us to give something up.
She even challenged us about how conscious we can be of our appearance while worshipping.
Are we worried about our wigs getting messy?
Our makeup coming off?
Our clothes getting sweaty?
Meanwhile, we came to worship the King.
And I laughed because sometimes, it really is that serious.
We want to worship, but we also want to remain perfectly put together.
But there is something beautiful about forgetting yourself for a moment and simply giving God everything.
Dance.
Lift your hands.
Kneel.
Cry.
Sing.
Serve.
Give.
Show up.
There are so many ways to worship.
And then came the part about sacrifice.
She reminded us that while many people may choose to spend a weekend partying, travelling, or doing something else, we sometimes choose to gather in God’s presence instead.
Not because those other things are automatically wrong.
But because there are moments when God is worth choosing over our comfort.
That part stayed with me.
Because I had literally experienced it.
I had something else planned.
Then I saw an invitation.
And I chose to go.
Looking back, I don’t think I lost my Saturday.
I think I gave it to God.
And perhaps that’s something we need to remember about worship.
Worship will not always look like a beautiful song in church.
Sometimes, worship looks like showing up when you could have stayed home.
Sometimes, it looks like serving when nobody is applauding.
Sometimes, it looks like giving when it costs you something.
Sometimes, it looks like putting down your plans and making room for God.
And sometimes, worship looks like dancing so freely that you stop worrying about your wig.
I left Shachah reminded that worship isn’t just something we do with our lips.
It is something we do with our lives.
Romans 12:1 says, “Offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your true and proper worship.”
Maybe the question isn’t only, “How do I worship?”
Maybe the deeper question is:
“What am I willing to give God?”