Did you ever have a magical time when you were young? Perhaps some special place that you visited on occassion? A place where your imagination could run wild and you found yourself lost in wonderful thoughts. A place that broke your heart to leave. Going to our family cabin in Michigan was like that for me as a child. We visited once a year for about 2 weeks. The hardest day of the year was the day we left to drive home. We took 2 days to make that drive. It was a time of sadness so much so that my heart seemed to climb up into my throat. You know the feeling.
That is the best way I can describe what the psalmist’s experience in worship is like. It was filled with such wonder that to be away from it was heart wrenching. Have you ever experienced that in worship? We are meant to—so much so that to miss a week is to experience longing.
Let’s look at how the psalmist paints this picture for us that he might stir your appetite for worship.