There are moments in life when worship is not birthed from comfort, but from the fire. We love the mountain-top experiences where the songs come easy, the atmosphere feels light, and our hearts are overflowing with joy. But there are also seasons where the only thing surrounding us is the furnace — hot, heavy, and pressing in from every side.

There’s something about real worship that makes hell nervous. When you lift your hands in surrender, you’re not just singing — you’re wielding a weapon.