So, I close my eyes and try to focus on worshipping in the congregation despite these wild distractions. And I think of the times I feel closest to Him…solitude morning walks along the beach, for instance and I wonder. How is it that I came to this place just a heartbeat from the coast. How I used to steal away early when I felt I needed to really commune with Him, the hour drive, and how He met me and comforted me, and led me here. Both my home and my church currently within walking distance from the beach. How He knows me! How He loves me!
So I push back all those distractions, and thank God for each one of those precious peeps, with their slim hips, drools, and needs- and I stand in the throng praising Him, knowing He loves me, knows me and accepts me. Despite my crazy, wild mind. Yeah, even He loves my wildness. Loves me wildly with all of that wild within. It makes me grin. He’s not mad at me, or you. He just loves us. Knowing it is worship. Believing it is His glory. Maybe all of it is worship, after all.