I always think about the meaning of worship, to kiss. I think about of all the babies and toddlers I’ve kissed or who have kissed me. There is always this content sweet smile on their faces, like I whispered something only we could hear. As if before they can fully comprehend the concept of I love they understand, intuitively what it is. Without words or effort they are soaking up the love I am offering, and simultaneously returning the love I feel for them.
When I get it right, and I do not always get it right, that is what worship feels like. Sharing something intimate, small, simple and perfect with someone much bigger than me.
Jesus Girl 