I found myself saying, “I wish Calgon could take me away.”
The bills stacked on the dresser so we don't forget to pay them, and I had a pile of insurance papers that needed filled out. Then one of my kids had to go to the ER, tipping my stress scale of life.

Psalm 95:6 “Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!”  ESV

I found myself saying, “I wish Calgon could take me away.”  
The bills stacked on the dresser so we don’t forget to pay them, and I had a pile of insurance papers that needed filled out.  Then one of my kids had to go to the ER, tipping my stress scale of life.
That night I was preparing for a chapel service.  I sighed when I saw my guitar, and said to myself and God, “Really?  I don’t feel like doing this right now, and you know I’ve been a real spiritual-pansy of a loser this week.  Now I’m supposed to lead others in worship?”
 I looked at the words and the chords and started picking, but the grin sure wasn’t there.  
I started singing an old Tommy Walker tune that goes like this, “I have a Maker…He formed my heart…Before even time began…My life was in his hands…I have a Father…He calls me His own…He'll never leave me…No matter where I go.  He knows my name.  He knows my every thought.  He sees each tear that falls, and hears me when I call.”
 And there it was.
Somewhere in that transaction Jesus told the waves of my heart, “Peace, be still.”  
And all those petty and dreadful things that I had magnified and given bully status to in my heart had to run for the hills.  
Bad life no longer choked out the great life that Jesus died and rose from the grave for me to live.   
Worship is when you recognize God’s worth-ship in comparison to your circumstances.  
The moment your heart starts to adore God, it puts God in proper perspective in relation to life, and all the bad things in life that try to hold you down have to shut-up in the presence of God.