Road Trip Praise by Lisa Burkhardt Worley
I will admit it. I enjoy occasional road trips by myself. I see them as opportunities to sing at the top of my lungs without criticism from others. At one time I wanted to be a rock singer like Pat Benatar (I guess I am dating myself now) but when I heard my voice on tape, I shelved that idea.
However, I don’t turn my radio dial to the oldies station when I want to avoid white line fever. Instead, I pop in my praise and worship CD and begin to sing to God. Whatever and however I sing is beautiful to Him because He loves it when I praise him with song.
Psalm 104:33 says, I will sing to the LORD all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
As long as I live and drive by myself, the car will be a sanctuary for me. Because of the busyness of life, it is difficult to ever have several straight hours alone with God, but as I journey to another city, I see it as an opportunity to give my undivided attention to God. It is just God and me in that car and I cannot imagine a better passenger. I pray, admire the beauty around me on the road and sing praises to Him.
Usually, there is one song that is special to me and on my road trip to Houston this week, Revelation Song by Kari Jobe was my offering of praise to Almighty God:
Holy, Holy, Holy Is the Lord God Almighty Who was, and is, and is to come, With all creation I sing: Praise to the King of Kings! You are my everything, And – I – will – adore You!
I can’t tell you how many times I hit the back button on my CD changer to sing that song just one more time. I’m sure for those who happened to glance in the car, they saw me with one hand on the wheel and one raised to heaven.
You see, in order to be close to God, we have to praise him first. Psalm 100:4 says, Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. Christian Author and radio host Nancy Leigh DeMoss says praise is “God’s address.”
That’s the address I really want to plug into my navigation when I’m headed out of town, don’t you?