How can I do anything but Worship?

Worship:
2: reverence offered a divine being or supernatural power; also: an act of expressing such reverence
3: a form of religious practice with its creed and ritual
4: extravagant respect or admiration for

I have to start out a bit differently this evening. As regular readers know, I try my best to update on Tuesdays, but last night I was overcome with sleepiness. Tonight was beginning to look the same. I was finishing up with my studies while listening to talk radio, as I normally do. After I completed my notes, I went and showered, leaving the stereo on. I tried to time my shower to coincide with the hourly news as to not miss too much of the talk program. I had just finished drying my hair and was turning the bathroom light off when I heard the stereo rapidly changing channels. I heard a snippet of some rap song, a shot of Aerosmith and something in Spanish before the stereo just stopped at the local Christian channel; in all the stereo changed channels at least 8 or nine times.. At first I was paranoid, as I was in the house alone with my kids sleeping downstairs. Then, I looked for a cat stepping on the remote. Nope. The remote was tucked underneath my Bible, just where I had left it.

Needless to say, I immediately went to my computer to compose this message. I have no doubt that God changed my radio station. I am a completely cynical person, and after exhausting every other possible reason for the channel changing, I come to the conclusion it was Him.

See, I have been having a worship problem lately. I constantly revert to thinking I can do things on my own. Why do I need Christian music when there is a presidential election going on in the country? Well, why do I need air to breathe?

I do not think the definition above does justice for what creatures born to worship are meant to do. I looked up reverence and found this, profound adoring awed respect. That is a bit better.

In the spirit of this peculiar posting, I offer up an entirely different word that I think embodies what worship is truly meant to be.

Rhapsody
-an ecstatic expression of feeling or enthusiasm.
-an unusually intense or irregular poem or piece of prose.
-exalted literary composition
-freeform musical composition; often irregular in form, emotional in effect and improvisational in nature

Something in my spirit erupts when I think of the word rhapsody. Yes, worship music, prayer; all those things can bring me into worship for the Lord. But they can also cause me to simply go through the motions.

Here is a more archaic definition for worship: foolish or excessive adulation for an individual. When King David of the Old Testament saw the ark of the Lord entering his city, he disrobed, leapt, and danced before the Lord. When he was criticized for this, he replied, “I will celebrate before the Lord. I will become even more undignified than this, and I will be humiliated in my own eyes.” (2 Samuel 6.22)

See, he did not care what others thought. He wanted to praise His God. And I think that is what people are looking for today. Not nakedness, but naked humbleness and naked adoration.

I have tried to ride the emotional waves of worship the way I thought I should. I would get all pumped up from a song or a sermon, and expect them to carry me the distance. Inevitably, they let me down. Then I would become discouraged and sulk in a corner, licking my wounds. The cycle would begin over and over. And tonight the Lord turned my stereo.

I do not believe it was because He wants me to start another cycle. No, He wants to remind me that worship cannot be forced, but embraced. How can I not embrace His presence with me right now? And these words that spill out on my page are indeed a rhapsody to the Lord.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me-watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” –Jesus

Thanks for everything

THANK
1. to express gratitude, appreciation, or acknowledgment to
2. thank God; used to express relief, thankfulness, etc)
3. a grateful feeling or acknowledgment of a benefit, favor, or the like, expressed by word or otherwise

Just as a reminder, I am in the middle of a series of words I copied off a banner in a church several years. Ironically, I am thankful for that list this week. I am thankful because the list somewhat forces me to stay on task, defining what this particular word means to me and my relationship with God. I may not have thought to write about this word otherwise.

I just found out today that another person who has been instrumental in my walk with Christ is being removed from my immediate proximity. This person was a key figure in opening my eyes beyond the rigid, black and white Christianity I was in danger of adopting. At first, I found his ideas and theological practices a bit intimidating and I was concerned about his ways of thinking, of praying and of relating to his Savior.

God allowed my eyes to be opened through these experiences. I did my own research, and I found a refreshing return to authentic, disciple-making Christianity. I sought God through practices I had never thought would be as meaningful as they were. Christ met me in places where I quite possibly never would have seen Him.

This is not the first time this has happened. As you may have noticed two paragraphs above, I wrote that this was another person who God has chosen to remove from my life. I realize that with both people I was not the only one to be affected, this blog happens to be about my journey with God, so I can only speak from my experience.

The other one was my mentor, who I write about frequently on this journal. God placed her in my life at a crucial time in my faith journey. I had a million and one questions about who this God was I was trying to worship and she was there for me. No, she could not always answer my questions. Nevertheless, she was always there for me to support me, to cry with me, and most importantly, to pray with me. Through her, I learned that God was Someone holy, Someone righteous and Someone who would never leave me. God used her to build a foundation that my faith could grow on.

Anyone who has read this blog for a while knows my life verse is Romans 3.23, “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” God burned it on my heart that no one is more worthy of salvation, of His love, of His mercy than I am. No one did ‘it’ better than I did. There is no such thing as a 'super-Christian.' We are all sinners and none of us can reach Him without Him reaching out to us first. It is why I know my life's mission is to reach out to those who feel they could never fit in a church or that God couldn't use them.

Well, neither of these God-people thought they were better, or more righteous than I was. Neither of them were judgmental, (until one of them found out that I occasionally listen to Rush Limbaugh). Both of them were kind in their teaching, treated me as an equal and were completely human in their actions.

So why does God chose to remove those who seem so crucial to our lives? Wouldn’t life be so much simpler if these people were constantly around to feed my spiritual life? I know they were essential to my spiritual life when they were around.

Maybe that is it. Maybe for me to grow closer to God. To get to know Him better I need to reach out to Him for comfort and growth. That’s not to say that He did not place those people in my life, because He did. But that was just for a season it seems, and now that season is over.

I have to believe that I have grown because of both of these people. I know that my spiritual life has evolved and grown because of them. I have developed a dependence on God because of my mentor. And I have honed and clarified my heart for social justice and compassion because of the other. I have to believe that God will continue to meld the pieces together and make me a better disciple of His because of it.

So with one gone and another on his way, I have to thank God for my time with them. I thank Him that He did not just leave me to my own devices and to flounder on my own. I thank Him that He has children walking around that have such a heart for helping people reach closer to Jesus. And I have to thank God in advance for the next person He brings into my life.

The rest of the story

Rest:
2: to cease from action or motion: refrain from labor or exertion 3: to be free from anxiety or disturbance 4: to sit or lie fixed or supported 5a: to remain confident: trust

This past Friday was the year anniversary of my Next Chance. I cannot force myself to use clichés like ‘brush with death,’ or ‘near-death experience,’ so I will settle on something that sounds important; like Next Chance.

I need a title that sounds important, because that is practically the only thing that it looks like I can salvage from the past year. I cannot say that I wrote a book about my walk with Jesus while I was in a coma. I cannot say I saw ‘the light’ and that God spoke to me and told me He had a mission for me to accomplish.

A brief recap: a year ago an accidental prescription drug overdose caused me to have a stroke. I was in a coma for a while, and spent a month in the hospital. After that, I spent another month in various stages of rehabilitation. In the early days after the stroke, the doctors told my husband that I may not make it.

Well, I made it. And during that year, I cannot say anything in my life has significantly changed. Sure, I went back to school for a few classes. But I dropped out again, as I felt God was impressing upon me that school was not where He wanted me. I apparently do not need a master’s degree to do His work, nor do I need to prove to anyone that I can accomplish the task.

I fell back into a routine of wifedom and motherhood, and as I am appreciative of being in their lives more than ever, I cannot say I have become better at either. I am writing again, but I have not spent the last year writing the book that I know remains trapped inside of me.

So then, now how shall I live?

I am positive that the lord does not want me wallowing in self-pity. I am confident that I remain a maintenance person because I have something yet to learn. Perhaps what I need to learn is our word for the week: rest. I am yet ‘to be free from anxiety or disturbance.’ I cannot say with confidence that I ‘sit supported.’ I have a difficult time allowing myself to be supported by Jesus. Finally, I struggle ‘to remain confident.’

The plain fact of the deal is that God allowed me to live because He wanted to. He left me here because of the fervent prayers of hundreds of people. He left me here because it was His good pleasure to. He did not leave me here because He needs me to do something, because God does not need us to do anything. Perhaps there is something He wants me to do, but He will continue to wait patiently until I more satisfactorily die to myself. Until I realize living for Jesus does not necessarily have to live up to my agenda.

He can do this because I believe that the Lord is the consummate ‘rester.’ I realize that is not a word per se, but He is one that truly knows how to rest. God is continually waiting for all of us to work through our own issues and sin, listening to us cry and wail and complain, knowing in Himself how much He loves us and only wants to pour that love on us.

My mentor has been wrestling with a verse from the Psalms for what seems like forever. “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46.10) I think a lot of us struggle with that verse. How can we be still when we have minds and wills of our own? The answer? Rest.

“Message of God, the Master. On the day I scrub you clean from all your filthy living, I’ll also make your cities livable. The ruins will be rebuilt. The neglected land will be worked again, no longer overgrown with weeds and thistles, worthless in the eyes of passersby. People will exclaim, ‘Why, this weed patch has been turned in a Garden of Eden! And the ruined cities, smashed into oblivion, are now thriving!’ The nations around you that are still in existence will realize that I, God, rebuild ruins and replant empty waste places. I, God, said so, and I’ll do it.” Ezekiel 36.33-36-The Message

I realize that these verses are actually talking about the restoration of Israel, but I know that God was speaking at me through these verses tonight. HE will be the restorer of nations and HE will be the restorer of people. It may seem like God is neglecting me for not, but that is obviously not the case. I am on His mind, and I will be 'worked again.' God was given the glory of bringing me back to life and health. Jesus has taken the weight of my sin, my weeds and thistles, and He is in the process of continuing the work He has started in me.
I just need to rest.

My weekend with the Lord…or lead me from the Labyrinth

I interrupt my series on words to bring you a story of restoration and more evidence on the power of prayer. I had many of you praying for me this past weekend, as I was to embark on a spiritual quest. Thigh bone broken or not, some things needed to be wrestled out with God. The prayer was for both strength and protection from impending spiritual warfare.

The prayer retreat was in itself a gift from the Lord. I had needed to go into an extended time of prayer and meditation for a while now. As you may or may not know, I dealt with child abuse as a child and young adult. My mother was, (and is) suffering from depression. As a result, she did a lot of things that she no longer remembers. So, I cannot extract my pound of flesh from getting her to remember and confess to her sins.

So the burden falls on me and the Lord. In order to proceed into a deeper relationship with Christ and feel safe doing ministry work, I needed to ‘clean the pipes’ as a dear mentor once told me. I was carrying years of anger, rage, sadness, pity, fear, resentment, rejection and scarring (I made a list.) I needed to work through my feelings with God and my mother, and assorted family members.

So, my counselor and I were waiting on the Lord for the opportune time for me to go on a retreat. Well, that time came last weekend. The retreat was offered last minute to my church. ‘Coincidentally,’ my husband was going up north and taking our children with him. Here was my big chance!

I had a set agenda. I was going to go off on my own and do some primal screaming, breaking of branches, and lots of crying. There were about fourteen of us on the retreat. We started out Friday night with a relaxing dinner. Then, our pastor led us on a directed prayer journey through John 13.1-5. It’s the passage that describes Jesus washing the disciples’ feet.

1It was just before the Passover Feast. Jesus knew that the time had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his love. 2The evening meal was being served, and the devil had already prompted Judas Iscariot, son of Simon, to betray Jesus. 3Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; 4so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. 5After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples' feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

Our pastor led us into directed contemplation about this passage. We wrapped our minds around what this scene really looked like. What were the sounds, smells? Then he had us put ourselves into the place of one of the disciples and think about how it must have felt having the Lord wash our feet. The whole exercise was a beautiful reflection into scripture, and for me, set the tone of the weekend.

Then, we played games and laughed hysterically for the rest of the night. This was nothing at all like I was expecting. It certainly didn’t fit my agenda.

When we were finally let on our own the next morning, it was off to business. However, my pastor just had to say one more thing in his prayer for us. Here is a paraphrase, “Father, I ask if there is anyone going out with their own expectations for the day, I ask that you make them flexible to your plans.’ Great. Now I had that to deal with. But I took it in stride. As I was walking outside, I prayed, “Ok God, if you want to run this encounter differently, then I’m willing to go with the flow.”

Remember, my original plan was to go deep into the woods and get busy with some primal emotions. Instead, the Lord led me to a Labyrinth that was cut into the grounds at the retreat center. How could this ever help vent the anger I needed to get out?

Still going with the flow, I started by walking around the Labyrinth cautiously, checking it out. Actually, I was wondering how stupid I would look walking around a maze. At least it had no dead ends. When I got around the perimeter, I gave up and walked up the path. It actually resembled the Labyrinth I pictured above. It seemed like I would hit the middle right from the start. I thought that would be a little too easy. (It was here I started to notice parallels to my spiritual journey) instead, the path veered away from the center. It wound around one side and then the other. At one point, I thought it was going to spit me out, that I had missed a turn somewhere, (another parallel), but I was wrong. The next time it seemed like that, I knew better and was less anxious (parallel there too.) I could see where people had tamped the grass down where they had given up their walk.

Throughout the walk, I spoke to God about the things that had happened to me throughout my life. I cried some. But the whole time I felt very reassured by His close presence and His love for me. Somehow, by my obedience and His gentle prodding, I was able to release the years of hurt into His care. He really showed me my mother’s intense brokenness.

After I made it to the center, I sat for a few minutes thanking and praising Him. Then, I went to a tree I had been eying and sat underneath it. I looked up at the branches and started almost immediately thinking about the fact that I had already been grafted in as a child of the Lord. That I was to remain abiding in His ways and trust He was walking me down the right path, no matter what it looked like. He reassured me that I shouldn’t give up, but continue where He had laid my path. He also reminded me of the passage in Ephesians, where He had spoken to me before.

“In love, He predestined us to adoption as sons (and daughters) through Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the kind intention of His will,” Ephesians 1.5

He adopted me from my past. Not so I could abandon it, or forget it ever happened, as that would negate a good portion of my life. But God has adopted me as one of His own, and He has healed my wounds, and wiped my tears. I will do well to remember that.

a public confession

Confess:
1: to tell or make known (as something wrong or damaging to oneself): ADMIT
2 a: to acknowledge (sin) to God
3: to declare faith in or adherence to: PROFESS
4: to give evidence of1 a: to disclose one's faults; specifically: to unburden one's sins or the state of one's conscience to God
2: ADMIT, OWN

The Old Testament book Leviticus talks about sin offerings. In those days, if a person sinned against the Lord, they would bring an unblemished animal to the priest, and the priest would make atonement for the person with the ‘sin offering,’ or the ‘trespass offering.’ The Mishnah, or the oral traditions of the Old Testament, records the confession as something like the following:

"O Lord, I have committed iniquity, transgressed, and sinned before you, I and my house. O Lord, forgive the iniquities, transgressions, and sins, which I have done by committing iniquity, transgression, and sin before you, I and my house. As it is written in the Torah of Moses, your servant, 'For on this day shall atonement be made for you to cleanse you. From all your sins shall you be clean before the Lord.’

I think it may have been easier to drag an animal to a priest than to confess my sins and transgressions to my fellow brothers and sisters. In the New Testament, we are told to ‘confess our sins to one another.’ (James 5.16) How can I tell people the truth that lurks inside?

“To long for relevance, success, effectiveness, and glory – this is not just a slight misunderstanding of the Gospel, but its very betrayal. It is not error. It is, according to Jesus, satanic.” Jesus Mean & Wild Mark Galli

How can something like that lurk inside me? How can I walk around on a daily basis, seemingly humble about my job cleaning my church, while thinking to myself how God is wasting my time and talent? I keep a constant cycle of thought running in my mind, ‘Oh, if I could just share my ideas and vision with this church, how we could all benefit!’ When Lord, are you going to get me off the bench?

So, with this kind of self-glorifying vile running through my head, how can I tell something this? They would think I was slime. Where’s a goat when I need one?

“For we also once were foolish ourselves, disobedient, deceived, enslaved to various lusts and pleasures, spending our life in malice and envy, hateful, hating one another. but when the kindness of God our Savior and His love for mankind appeared, He saved us, not on the basis of deeds which we have done in righteousness, but according to His mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewing by the Holy Spirit, whom He poured out upon us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior so that being justified by His grace we would be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life.” Titus 3.3-7

Well, I guess the goat isn’t necessary anymore. I came from that world. I believe that it would be betraying the Gospel if I wanted to work for the Lord because I thought I could do it better than the people who do it now.

Jesus said, “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 4.13-14

I want to serve the Lord because of what He saved me from. I was a wreck, as those of you who read this already well know, and He pulled me up from the gutter. And the grave. My desire to serve Him comes from that gratitude, from the pure mercy He extended to me. I am not looking to glorify myself. Although, to be totally honest, in my humanness it feels good to go from someone who most people had written off to a completely different person. I am proud of myself for finishing college and going for my Master’s. And I think that’s okay as I point the glory to my Father.

So I confess, I have a big dream to serve my Father. One of them is lived out by writing this blog. Another is to help people know that they too can be themselves before the Lord too.

Resistance is futile

Yield
2: to give or render as fitting, rightfully owed, or required 3: to give up possession of on claim or demand: as a: to give up (as one's breath) and so die b: to surrender or relinquish to the physical control of another: hand over possession of c: to surrender or submit (oneself) to another e: to relinquish one's possession of (as a position of advantage or point of superiority 2: to give up and cease resistance or contention

It has been relatively easy for me to be yielding throughout my life. Despite warnings and shelter from my mother, I yielded my body to sex. Despite my involvement with ‘Just Say No’ programs I yielded myself to drugs. Despite my faithful and caring partner, I yielded to the ‘grass is greener’ temptation and had an affair.

If we have been united with Him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with Him in His resurrection. For we know that our old self was crucified with Him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin— because anyone who has died has been freed from sin. Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with Him. For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, He cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over Him. The death He died, He died to sin once for all; but the life He lives, He lives to God. In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. Romans 6.5-11

Ok. So, after I surrendered my life to Christ, I was fixed, right? I should no longer have to worry about my temptations. Why do the old cravings come around to haunt me?

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God's law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Romans 7.14-24

Paul tells us in this scripture that we were born to sin; in Adam, but then we die and come to life in Christ. A pastor I read likens it to black slaves in the 19th century. Babies are born into slavery never knowing any difference. When they were freed, the slave owners would still try to act as if they were their owners and treat them as such. They would act as if nothing had changed, and the now freed slaves would go about business as if nothing had changed. For example, if a slave owner were to raise his hand, a slave would flinch. So, he says, we stand there with the keys in our hands while the shackles are put back on us. It is not an excuse to sin; it is a reality of the world that we currently live on. The Christian problem, that Paul is trying to flag us of, is that if we try to find the do-it-yourself book to solve this sin issue, we are sure to fail. Not ‘it’s possible to fail’, but sure to fail. This is a spiritual problem. It is only the cross of Christ that can rescue me from that sin nature, nothing else.

When I read Paul again, I could really understand what he was trying to carve into those pages. I could imagine his agony at becoming the Lord’s, and dedicating his whole life to utter devotion and service; only to find a horror living inside that won’t go away. The more I try to self-help it away, the more I try to law and reason it away, the more it grips its claws in with a firmer grasp, satisfied that it’s death-grip will last forever on this earth. I can picture Paul, thumping at his chest, tears running down his cheeks, trying to figure out a way to get it out, hating sin, loving Christ. Then I can picture Paul, looking up at an imaginary cross in his mind, seeing his beloved best friend, his Savior, and positively knowing that the only way to escape this awful sin nature, this awful slavery that we are born into is to fall back into those arms that are spread open waiting to catch us. And then Paul and I realize that the only way that the Christian comes to the end of herself and truly takes up her cross is to quit the struggling and let go.

Paul wrote this so that people like me would read it two thousand years later and be secure in the knowledge that I am not schizophrenic, but instead coming to the end of myself. He wrote this so I would not try to box myself into a set of rules that I could not stick to, and start to hate myself when I failed. He wrote this so I would not try to do the work myself.

Marvel in Fear

1: one that causes wonder or astonishment 2: intense surprise or interest: ASTONISHMENT
1. wonderful thing: something that inspires awe, amazement, or admiration


I am currently involved in a Bible study with some friends from church. We are studying the book of Romans, which you may recognize as the book that most resonates with my soul. We were discussing the first chapter, where Paul writes about how God was reacting to people who knowingly rejected His message. I mentioned that people who do not have a fear of the Lord will not do well.

A little while after I said this, I was asked to define my meaning of ‘fear.’ She wondered if I meant ‘afraid.’ I said I did not.

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction.” Proverbs 1.7

Fear means to attempting to comprehend the marvelous Creation He displays. Fear means to tremble at the very fact the He knows your name. Fear means being in awe of his awful (awe-full) patience with those of us who sin. Fear means trying to grasp words like, ‘grace,’ ‘holiness,’ ‘perfect righteousness,’ ‘glory.’

Fear is being able to read the part in Psalm 103 where David is telling us about the Lord’s character, and attempt to grasp where we fit into all of this:

“The Lord is merciful and gracious; slow to anger, and abounding in mercy. He will not always strive with us, nor will He keep His anger forever. He has not dealt with us according to our sins, nor punished us according to our iniquities. For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. As a father pities his children, so the Lord pities those who fear Him. For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.” (Psalm 103.8-14)

Above all else, I think fear of the Lord is being able to marvel Him for who He is and for His Sovereign Majesty. Well, now what does that mean? For me, the answer is much simpler than the dictionary definitions I looked up for ‘sovereign’ and ‘majesty.’ Honestly, they did not even come close to descriptive terms for God. So, I have a small list of words I believe does the Lord’s Sovereign Majesty a bit more justice.

‘I AM,” “The Ancient of Days,” “The Alpha and the Omega,” “Redeemer,” “Holy,” “The Light of the World,” “Salt,” “Glorious,” and “Marvelous.”

I can go from one end of the Bible to the other and every page screams at me to marvel the Living God.

“Thus says the Lord: ‘Heaven is My throne, and earth is My footstool. Where is the house that you will build Me? and where is the place of My rest? For all those things My hand has made, and all those things exist,’ says the Lord. ‘But on this one I will look; on him who is poor and of a contrite spirit, and who trembles at My word.” –Isaiah 66.1-2

And so, what of the knowledge the Proverb spoke of in the beginning of this entry? Well, concerning God, fear and wisdom are connected. Once we are able to turn over our pathetic attempts at either thinking there is no God, or that we are god, we can begin to adore and worship the Lord for who He is and what He has done. Those who think they are wise on their own, that our lives are our own are indeed the foolish ones. We fear because we are able to marvel at the greatness of our God.

“Honor all people, Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the King.” -1 Peter 2.17

“But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear. – 1 Peter 3.15

When you look upon your relationship with the Lord, I pray that you can sense a healthy fear of Him. Because then, marveling, and worshipping and serving become all the more pure and of His own heart.