Pure worship

I have spent most of the day trying to figure out what I was going to blog about today. I have known that I wanted to continue on pray and really touch on worship, yet my studies yielded only personal messages. Messages I cherish. Since I began my writing career, which I know hasn't taken off yet, I have been bombarded with one question. A question that I believe is from God speaking right to my heart. What was that question? It was a simple one. Adrienne, if you are the only one who comes here, the only one who reads what you write, would it be enough for you? If your words were only ever between Me and you, would you be satisfied? I have to admit, that was not a question I answered in haste. I knew that the answer wasn't black and white. I had to evaluate my goals, my desires, my heart. I had to ask myself. Would it simply be enough for me to only write to God? I love and hate those questions of the heart He poses. They always lead to deep thought and evaluation, yet sometimes what the reveal literally breaks my heart. I am pleased to say that I have found my answer. Yes, if this place, if my books, my thoughts, my prayers, my everything written, and not, were only between myself and God, it would be enough. This place is worth maintaining if only for U/us. Do I think that will be His will? I don't know, but regardless of whether it is or not, it changes nothing. God is worth our best. He is worthy of us placing our hardest work, or most inspired creativity, our everything for just Him. He has given us so much, yet so often we offer Him what is left over at the end of the day. What is good enough to just get by. He gives us gifts to share with the world, and to share with Him. When I write, so often, I completely loose myself in the moment, I find my communion with God at it's purest form. This is my form of worship and I worship Him.



I have been watching my daughter and husband this evening. Watching them listen to music together. He with his eyes closed, hands lifted up in worship, and her twirling and composing dances, complete with moments of bended knee and clasped hands. She as learned to sometimes pray the songs she hears. As I watched her I wondered when we got so old, so mature, so religious that we were no longer to just twirl as we looked up and sang and danced for our King. I remembered Jesus saying we should approach him as the little children do. They don't worry about doing it "right" they just do what comes to them. Now I am not suggesting that we just start twirling in the middle of church and pull out our Jesus coloring books. There are times that we do need to be respectful of our surroundings. What I am suggesting is that we also allow ourselves times of pure worship. When the thoughts of others do not enter our minds. When we sing loudly out of key and allow tears to flow down our cheeks. When we get up and twirl around and dance for our Lord. I am reminded of the song, Heart of Worship. And, I can't help but to think that we all need to come back to our purest form of worship with our God. What ever that gift is He gave us to share with Him, and the world.

May God richly bless you as you seek Him today.
Ady