What is it about the worship of men that He simply can’t seem to get enough of? Why does our worship matter so much? There in heaven, there is the four living creatures, the twenty-four elders along with the ten thousand times ten thousands, and thousands of thousands of angels with a loud voice glorifying, praising and worshipping Him day and night. And perhaps, it isn’t enough for Him? Each day, He urges me to make the decision over and over again, to dress a feast of my worship for Him to delight over. Really God? Me… Made of dust, with this tiny heart that can hardly love without flaws, found favour in Your sight. Everyday, I am given the privilege to stand before your throne and worship, not even close to the angels, but close to You. That…that I’ll never understand. Just like your love. I will never be able to fully grasp how wide, how long, how high, and how deep is your love. Who am I that you are mindful of me?
Yes, Jesus loves me so much it hurts. In the process of writing out letters of things I saw in the Worship Room in Heaven. So blown, I’m shredding….