Worship and Rejuvination

The sun appears and sets. Tides rise and fall. Plants are watered and grow. We sleep. We eat. We breathe.  Looking around we see that life is propelled by receiving, resting, repeating. In this alone, there are a multitude of truths.

This morning, I've been brought to realize how every bit of our aspects fall under this. A plant will die if it does not receive the water offered it. I've wrestled often with the concept of worship. Not because I didn't believe it was vital and important, but because I did not comprehend that it is something that grows from inside us, not a mold we try to fit into, hoping our hearts follow. Maybe it's unaustere to say that it may look different for everybody. However I am convicted that though our expressions may very, the core of what we are doing is unifying.

I know that when I am most aware of what I have been given in gratitude, I have the most peace. Today, I've been brought to see that when I take time, to be mindful... to see my need, and recognize how it is abundantly filled, I am nourished.

So much of our existence is out of our control. But we can stand there with our arms crossed, refusing to eat - to stay unhealthy, only to slowly die. Or we can take time, breath in and out, fill our senses with all that is goodly right, and in a conscious moment, be thankful to the most sustaining gracious Giver, for all of it. Right now to me, this is worship.

I know we're not the ones allowed to choose. But being here, Sunday Morning, covered in coconut oil, listening to Daughter, flitting about between my cottage walls, meditating on my very inside opening up to the Father in thankfulness, realizing He is why I am alive, I know this is a start.