“ISN’T HE WORTHY?”

I’m going to be honest with you this morning.

Every week, I feel this pull… this expectation… that we’re supposed to teach the Torah portion. And listen—that’s not wrong. There is so much value in that rhythm. There are people here sometimes and people who read online who are new to this walk, and that pattern of reading, learning, and growing—and it matters.

But this week… I don’t think that’s what I’m supposed to do.

And I’m not going to dress it up and make it sound super spiritual at first—because the surface reason is simple:

I didn’t read it this year.

Last week I was in Miami… flew home just in time for church…This week has been nonstop. Work, responsibilities, life, catching up, long days…I haven’t even unpacked my suitcase yet, and I leave again tomorrow.

And last night… I was in Louisville… in a room with 23,000 people worshiping God.

I barely slept. I barely had time to breathe.

But here’s what the Lord kept showing me through all of it:

Nothing is accidental. Nothing is wasted. Every step is ordered.

Even the weeks that feel messy…Even the weeks that feel unprepared…Even the weeks where you think, “God, I didn’t do it all…”

He will tell us it’s okay.  He knew already.  God wasn’t surprised or caught off guard.  He is control.

A Night I Wasn’t Supposed to Miss

I almost didn’t go last night. I was tired. I tried to sell my tickets. But they didn’t sell.

And I felt the Lord say it was because I was supposed to be there. So, we went.

And y’all… out of 23,000 people… I had the best seat in the house.

I’m sitting there, and I run into Jeremy—if you’ve been to concerts, you probably know his testimony. We’ve seen him many times every year, over several years. Miraculous story.

Then the next thing I know, out of no where—I’m singing a selfie video with Brandon Lake.

Out of 23,000 people… me.

Then I’m talking to Pat Barrett. Taking pictures. Laughing. And it’s just…. Favor.

And listen, the “fan girl” in me? Over the moon.

But it wasn’t just that.

If you’ve never been in a room with 23,000 people lifting their voices to God…I don’t even have the words. The best way I can describe it is this: It feels like we sampled heaven.

Driving home… I’m overwhelmed.  As I’m driving, it’s quiet, all but some worship music.

I’m thinking.  I’m praying. I’m processing. And I just start thanking Him. “God… You’ve been so good to me.” And I started reflecting on my life.

He took a little girl from a three-stoplight town… and look what He’s done. I’ve been all over this country. I’ve been in rooms and rubbed elbows with influential people—celebrities, musicians, athletes, preachers, politicians.

I’ve had jobs that—on paper—make no sense. A college dropout…National Sales Director. Youngest Allstate agency owner.  Managing massive spend for a major company.

None of it adds up. God has blessed me so much. Sure, there's been some heartbreak, but the scales are overwhelmingly tipped towards happiness, joy and an amazing life.  Again, none of it adds up.  Except for one thing: God did it.

Then He Checked Me

And while I’m thanking Him for all of that…He whispers: “What about your family?”

And I had to repent right there in my car. Because yes—I’m grateful for experiences.

But I am overwhelmingly more grateful for my family.

God saved Johnathan’s life in that car wreck in 2021. He saved Peabody’s life in 2025. He’s protected Dylan more times than I probably even know.  He’s spared Chad again… and again… and again, and again.

My parents are healthy. My children are healthy.  My grandchildren are healthy. My home is warm. My cabinets have food. We haven’t missed a paycheck. We can give. We can help.

And none of it… makes sense. Except that God is good.

And then I went deeper. And maybe this sounds strange… But I realized something:

Yes—I’m thankful for my salvation. But I don’t think I’ve fully felt it lately. Because I remembered who I used to be. Broken. Beaten.  Running in sin. …….Lost.

And yet…He chased me.  Relentlessly.

You remember those old Halloween movies? I know we've all seen them back before we knew better. But it's almost a pretty good example. We are running off, living our own life. No regard for Jesus, but there He is. Like Michael Myers in the background. Chasing us. He never left us.  He wasn’t or isn’t there to harm us, but to save us. The whole time, all we had to do……..was turn around and run to Him.

And He took this mess of a woman…And He’s been cleaning me up ever since.

And thank God I am not even remotely close to the old person I used to be... I mean personally and spiritually. I didn't mean all this weight I’ve gained. But the word does say in Leviticus 3:16 “All the fat is the Lord’s.” 😂

But Wait… There’s More

Because salvation didn’t stop with me.  Dayenu. 

God let me see my children saved. My husband saved.

Do you know what that does to a mother? I would lay my life down for them. I love my children and Chad with such an indescribable love, I really would lay my life down for them. And my works, of course, are dirty rags. I didn't earn my salvation, but it was given to me. I would have exchanged it for them to be saved if I could, and that's when God began to expand my mind.  In that moment she showed me:

The love I have for my children…is just a speck…compared to the love He has for us.

And I imagined…My children… running into His arms in eternity.   I cannot imagine anything better.  I had to stop.  I was so overwhelmed in that moment.   Because I couldn’t even process that kind of joy and gratefulness.

But Here’s the Truth

God doesn’t love us more because we keep Torah. He doesn’t love you less because you struggle.

That man I saw yesterday… confused in identity…God loves him that much. He is chasing him too.

But let’s keep it real.  We still sin.  Yes.  I keep commandments. I pursue Him. Yes, I changed. I was transformed, and large in part this work of the Holy Spirit in me was orchestrated by teaching me the commandments, how to be Christ like, and how to walk in His ways.. And yes, that pleases God, but here's the thing: I started keeping the commandments, but I didn't stop sinning.

I still fail. I still have wrong thoughts. I still wrestle with anger. I still get my priorities off.

If I’m honest? The scale is still tipped toward sin.

And yet…

He blesses me anyway.  He loves me anyway. He chooses me anyway.

So What Do We Do With That?  What do you do with that kind of grace?

Do you hide it? Do you keep it quiet?  Do you tuck it away like it’s something private?

No. We shouldn't! But that's what we do.

The Bible never points us inward. It always pushes us: Upward… and outward.

You don’t hide a light like that. You can’t.

THE FOUR PILLARS OF PRAISE

1. WE ARE COMMANDED TO DECLARE IT

This isn’t a suggestion. It’s a command.

Matthew 28:19 — “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations…”Psalm 107:2 — “Let the redeemed of the Lord say so…”Mark 5:19 — “Go home… and tell them how great things the Lord has done…”1 Peter 2:9 — “…that you should show forth the praises of Him…”

You don’t need a pulpit, a platform, or a ministry.  You have a testimony.

If He saved you—you are a witness.

2. WE ARE MEANT TO SING IT

I know…Some of us don’t like to sing. Sometimes, maybe every time, it feels awkward.

Some of you think it’s not your thing.

But listen:

Psalm 96:1 — “Sing unto the Lord a new song…”

Colossians 3:16 — “…singing with grace in your hearts…”

Psalm 40:3 — “He has put a new song in my mouth…”

Singing is not about talent. It’s not about preference. It’s about overflow.

If your heart is full—your mouth should follow.

3. WE ARE MEANT TO CELEBRATE IT

Somewhere along the way…the church got quiet. Reserved. Polished.  But heaven?

Heaven celebrates.

2 Samuel 6:14 — “David danced before the Lord…”

Psalm 150:4 — “Praise Him with timbrel and dance…”

Luke 15:23 — “Let us eat and be merry…”

It’s our pride says “Don’t be seen.” “Don’t open your mouth.” “What will people think about your voice or lack of skill?”

But our gratitude says: “I don’t care who sees.”

Where the Spirit of the Lord is— there is freedom.

4. WE ARE MEANT TO LIVE IN JOY

Not quiet gratitude. Not reserved appreciation. Joy.

Psalm 51:12 — “Restore unto me the joy…”

Nehemiah 8:10 — “The joy of the Lord is your strength…”

Isaiah 12:6 — “Cry out and shout…”

Joy is not optional. It is evidence.

THE QUESTION

If He forgave you…why are you silent?

If He saved your family…why are you so reserved?

If He chased you down…why are you hiding Him?

When you truly realize what He has done—you don’t sit still.

You don’t stay quiet.

You don’t hold back.

You declare it. You sing it. You celebrate it. You live it.

Because it is overwhelming…

and He is worthy.

FINAL CHALLENGE

If your salvation hasn’t changed your expression…you may have remembered it—but you haven’t yet realized it.