Last night at Bible study, a story from the life of Gideon was brought to our attention.

On the whole, it seems like Gideon had his fair share of doubts, perhaps mostly in himself. He lacked confidence and, in some ways, was mostly a coward. And yet God chose to use him and made him a mighty warrior and a bold leader. And yet every time, it seems that Gideon came back to ask God in disbelief, "Really? Are you sure? Me? That? How?"

I think I can relate.

But it was during one of those times where Gideon was yet again seeking some reassurance that he and a buddy ventured into enemy territory to do some eavesdropping. Already anxious about the impending battle, now with heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, Gideon was close enough to the enemy to hear their conversations. He arrives just in time to hear exactly the conversation for which he came: one man sharing a dream, and the other interpreting that surely it meant they will face defeat. God was on Gideon's side (or vice versa?) and the Midianites would be handed over without much--if any--of a fight.

"When Gideon heard the dream and its interpretation, he worshiped God."

How was it that Gideon worshiped God? A song and dance? A loud, profound prayer? Surely these would not have been chosen methods of worship in the middle of a spy mission behind enemy lines.

No, rather, I picture his eyes closing, a smile of reassurance--growing confidence--appearing, his lungs filling with air then exhaling in a large sigh of relief. Muscles relaxing, tension receding, there was worship in the carbon dioxide rushing through his nostrils. He paused in that moment before rushing back to camp to share the news, silently worshiping the God who gives enough grace to equip the hesitant with all that is needed to complete the task at hand, even if it's as simple as the confidence gained from an overheard dream. His quiet, jubilant relief was worship indeed.

(Judges 7)