Standing outside with my face to the sun, soaking in warmth.
Dancing alone to melodies that embrace my soul.
Pouring over truth, asking for more wisdom from above.
Singing hymns to my children over breakfast.
Working the rich soil in the garden, thankful for delicious variety.
Pausing on a chaotic day, acknowledging his peaceful presence within me.
Every time I redirect my thoughts to him in admiration and truth, I worship.
Singing is but a small slice of the whole lifestyle.
The time is coming—it has, in fact, come—when what you're called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter. It's who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That's the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration. (John 4:23,24 MSG)
My adoration overflows while washing the dishes, tucking a child in bed, and driving to work in silence. I am consumed by love at the sight of colors pouring through my window onto the floor, the smell of simmering flavors, and the touch of a soft kiss from my husband.
This worship is a soulprint, uniquely mine, recognized by God.
Great and glorious God, I worship you in truth. Hear my praise as sweet music to your ears. May my thoughts of you bring me to my knees in awe and wonder. Thank you for loving me first. Amen.