worship...

often this is worship to me...

time marveling in and at His creation,

His faithfulness and grace,

His mighty right hand...

all done within

my heart

often this is worship to me...

time in His Word,

His love letter

 a story of sin, death and redemption

stained with the blood of His Son...

written to me

often this is worship to me...

these three entrusted to their dad and I

for only a short time, a blip on the radar...

a time to teach and admonish

and worship the Creator

not the created

often this is worship to me...

time alone

when "Peace, be still"

is said to the storm raging within...

quiet and still before the Throne

this is my favorite way to worship...
hearts that come together to join
in corporate prayer...
for He Himself promised
where 2 or 3 are gathered in His name
He is there

though I love this little one,

the daughter of a friend,

raising hands and singing

is rarely worship to me...

those who sing and dance

and make music unto the LORD

find it hard to understand

...to me, worship is 

peace... quiet...

my heart still before the Throne of Grace

and the One who sits upon it

my heart joyful

my soul glad

often this is worship to me...

the Body of Christ 

gathered together in the shadow of the Cross

each exercising the gifts and abilities

the Father has bestowed upon them...

in love