The gift hidden within difficult seasons is that we may see more clearly and understand more deeply our desperate need of His keeping.
I am running on a trail along a lake. I haven't run (or exercised) in months and so I really have to pace myself. But then she passes me. I don't even know who she is. All I know is she is about my age, she's wearing cute yoga pants and she just passed me.
We cannot stop worshippers from worshipping. But we can redirect their gaze to the One who is truly worthy of worship.