Worship

Worship is becoming abandoned to the One whose eyes of fire burn me deep and drill wells into my soul where the oil collects. It is a dance with Love, the weights of life disappearing in the rhythms of grace. It is a walk in the garden in the newness of day. It is staring long & hard and being remade. Worship is a sweet incense and sacrifice of praise that can be greatest given through difficulty and pain. It is a going lower that magnifies the Lord in His beauty. It is being lost and found in Him.