Day 141 Musing

 

5/22/2026

"It's all about You, Jesus"

Matt Redman  

 

Another rainy day, so I will unable to finish my work outside, but perhaps that's a good thing. I haven't yet decided. I don't seem to get very much accomplished in the house, and this has become a source of great dissatisfaction. I've attempted to hire a couple of workers, but although I get promises of calls backs, the calls never come. But this is not a reflection on me, as I understand from others that this is a common problem. Perhaps my simple needs are not exciting or rather too demanding. When I lived alone I was far more energetic and enthusiastic about getting things done, even if I had to do it all myself, which was usually the case. I'd been alone for so many years that I learned to be independent, especially when I was still working. I had to make decisions by myself, and of course I did pray about everything. I seem to have less "want to" these days. Those words make me smile. I was chatting with a younger lady on the phone, and we were talking about older people who didn't seem to age as quickly as others. She mentioned that her dad had always been young at heart; he didn't take a lot of medications, as most seniors do these days, and he was positive and energetic. It was surprising to everyone when he had a stroke, and his life changed. I didn't have the heart to ask if he was still living, but I have a feeling he had passed on. He was in his early 70's at that time. We had a good chat, and it seemed to do her heart good to talk to someone who reminded her of her dad's love for life and lack of concern for chronological age. I'm glad I brought a bright spot to her afternoon.

My life is a bit complex, so I have to remain flexible, because I have unexpected meetings, plus the daily one, so it makes it difficult to plan things. I was asked about two events for this week that required me to travel, so I declined. These days travel has not been easy for me due to some health imbalances, and that has been frustrating. I hope I'm not using it as an excuse, or at least I don't think I am. Honestly, there used to be a time when I was more spontaneous, eager to hop in my car and drive across the country alone. I miss that part of me, and I pray that she hasn't gone away, as that would be very sad.

When I'm "thinking" about things, and I feel myself wandering, the only way to snap myself out of this "spirit of heaviness" is to put on the garment of praise according to Isaiah 61. I turned on my music, and I began to feel the melancholy lift as I drifted into His presence. Listening to Matt Redmond's song Heart of Worship brought me to the place I needed to be:

 "When the music fades, all is stripped away, and I simply come. Longing just to bring something that's of worth that will bless Your heart. I'll bring You more than a song, for a song in itself is not what You have required. You search much deeper within through the ways things appear. You're looking into my heart. I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus. I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it, when it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus."

This song touches my heart, because it seems as if we can get so burdened down by what is going on around us that it becomes meaningless, and when the noise lessens, and we're left alone in our thoughts, there's an emptiness, a void that can never be filled by anything other than Jesus. We cry out to Him for answers, but we already know the answer. What's missing is Him, but He never leaves us, so the distance has been on our part, not His. He goes on to sing:

"King of endless worth no one could express how much You deserve. Though I'm weak and poor, all I have is Yours, every single breath. I'll bring You more than a song, for a song in itself is not what You have required. You search much deeper within through the way things appear. You're looking into my heart. I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus. I'm sorry for the thing I've made it, when it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus."

Busyness robs us of time alone with Jesus, and nothing is as important as that. I know for myself that if upon rising in the morning from sleep I don't immediately get alone with Abba, distractions come that make it harder to quiet myself, and my time is not the same. But if I grab a cup of coffee, set out the cat's food and hurry into my room, turn on the music and settle down, my day begins without the noise and interruptions. He is my one thing, because my life is all about Jesus. At least this is my interpretation of what the author of the song was saying. If not, at least it brings me back to where I need to be, as many songs do, back to the heart of worship.