I thought I was headed towards a what,
a place,
I knew it was a journey.
I know it is your will.

But you tripped me with your embrace,
so consuming,
and now I sense
that before I ever make it
to the mountain I see in the distance,
I will have climbed up it's gravel side
on my knees
with the crescendo of your glory
ringing in my ears.

What you do in me
defies words,
and makes every cell in my body
cry out and strain
in pure worship...

"The Highest Form of Worship is Obedience"

I can't remember where I first heard that quote, but it rings in my ears often.

Thank You for this fresh chance to worship You with my obedience. May each act of obedience be like fragrant oil before you, never enough, but always all that I have.

I knew this would be hard, and I knew that You would be faithful. I even knew to expect You to do fresh new things, and show me hidden truths in intimate moments as I worship with obedience. Still I am stunned at how deep You reach, and how fast you bring me to that place I never wish to leave. How is it that I walk around in flesh with all of THIS within me, that I am in two places... one hidden and secret? That I can walk around, and type and drive and clean, yet feel your fingers on my cheek, your breath in my ear?

I am undone in you, and humbled before the only one who is ever worthy... surrendered in Your hand to all that You want... fully yours.