I Turned My "Worry" into "Worship"..

Reference location; Kingston, Jamaica-

Whewwwwww chileeee (chil~ le’)…

About to get a little emotional so here we go. So a while ago, a friend had invited me to go on a trip with some other friends to Jamaica. At the time, life was happening, schedules were unaligned, miscommunication in some friendships were going on (just being honest)—so it turned into a decline to the invitation.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago I got the same invitation to go again. Now I done already told y’all no—lol but something in my spirit really wanted me to go. Now this was not an all inclusive vacay. No resort living, 5 star meals, unlimited alcohol, —this trip was going to turn out to be a journey—a spiritual one that I had no idea of until flights were booked.

Now, if you have been following my journey and previous blogs, life has hit me in every angle possible. So in the mist of this transitional journey I have been on, I have found myself becoming a lot more centered and in alignment with God and my purpose.

So this trip, from the beginning began to center me even more. I was watching this sermon from one of my favorite female preachers and what stood out to me a lot and touched my core was a word she spoke. “Turn your “WORRY” into “WORSHIP”. Now, hmmmmm. Your girl is unemployed but yet found herself in another country. Lets talk about the “worry” and the “worship” identified in that sentence. I am worried about being unemployed but yet thanked God for allowing me to come on this journey. Everything, and I mean everything that I was worrying about while at the airport, going through TSA , riding the train, boarding the plane turned into worship the minute we got into the air. This experience had to have been one of the most humbling experiences I’ve ever encountered.

It was an intimate group of us, good friends—and quite honestly I feel like that was God’s plan. Let’s break down the worry to worship. It started with waking up to no service-but my worship was being able to be present with this group and live in every moment we had without service and always being connected to the gram, we disconnected. The taxi car rides that were quite dangerous (if you know you know)-but my worship was God’s traveling mercy and bonding with this group through hour long taxi rides with nothing but a bottle of Pure White Hennesey, good conversation, and unlimited amounts of jerk chicken we ate in the car. The food that was made from scratch in the morning that took some time—but my worship was not sitting in a drive thru for crying out loud. The walking in towns and meeting strangers where some might fear and feel unsafe—but my worship was exploring God’s creation from every end of the earth and treating people how they genuinely should be treated. The walking in the mud, uphill-no shoes, broke and chipped nails while a Jamaican child held my hand the whole way to help me get up the mountain—but my worship was the smile on my friends face and the tears that swelled in the corners of everyone’s eyes after him not seeing his family for almost twenty years—yet I contemplate getting in my car and driving to my parents house 45 mins away from me. I burnt my leg on the exhaust pipe of a motorcycle, whew Lord the pain almost made me miss the worship in that lol,—-but my worship was that I can say I rode in the busy streets of downtown Porus, Jamaica with my crazy ass driver Omar, leg burning and all—I told him to just drive anyway “I’m good Omar, lets ride”—were my exact words. Every time, and every moment I had to myself I felt my eyes close and thanked GOD so much for everything I had back at home that I worried about.

My life is golden compared to what I saw and the circumstances we witnessed. Who am I to worry? When I got back home my spirit felt so free..like I went through a spiritual awakening. God positioned my life to take this trip. And in good timing led me to that sermon. There is no room for worry. We are blessed no matter our current situation. God perfectly designs these experiences to shape us.

I have a homework assignment for you beautiful readers. I want you to think of every time you worried about something and how you lost trust in God, and I want you to flip it into worship (because there was a blessing in it that you overlooked) and I want you to thank him and give it back to him, whether it was a past thing or something you’re going through right now. Turn your worry into worship and watch how God blesses you.

This trip humbled me in a way I have never been before. I am forever grateful.

—Yours Purely