How Do You Worship?

As I've been traveling down this road of transformation over the last several months (read about it here, here, and here), I've started seeing myself in a new light, understanding who I am and getting to love the way the Ultimate Creator created me.  There was a lot of self-loathing and guilt for many years and as it's slowly being chipped away, I'm beginning to see who this woman really is.

Part of this process has been discovering how I worship.  I'm not talking only of what I do Sunday mornings, in the car or even daily in my home with my voice, although that is important (and fun).  As I get older, I'm realizing that there are different ways we worship.  Sure, Baptists worship one way, Pentecostals another, Methodists and Lutherans even another way.  What I mean is in each of us as individuals.

When I'm a good wife and mother to my children, I'm worshiping.  When I'm washing dishes or doing laundry, making a menu and grocery list, encouraging a dear friend or doling out hugs, that's all worshiping, too.  It's all being done to glorify God.

But what about for me?  Sounds selfish and petulant, doesn't it?  But it's a point that has to be taken into consideration.  How or when do I feel closest to God?

There's been one thing about myself that has never changed and Lord willing never will.  I dearly, dearly love to learn.  I'm a reader, a studier, a talker, a listener, a watcher.  I would happily go to school for the rest of my life if I could.  I love to go to the library to check out books, watch documentaries, go to classes, listen to people tell about their experiences and travels.  It makes this girl's heart happy indeed.

Last Sunday, I connected the two.  My love for learning + desire to worship.  Could it be that God designed me to worship Him through learning, studying, contemplating Him and His truths? 

Whoa.  Talk about an AHA! moment.

The more I mulled this over and tossed it around in my head and heart, it made total and complete sense.  This is part of me as sure as my brain and heart or the fact that I hiccough weird, solo, random, rogue hiccouphs loud enough to be heard all the way to Kentucky.  I couldn't cut it out of me no more than I could cut out my liver.  (Ew.  Oh, gross.  Why would I say that?)  Anyway, that's how He created and lovingly designed me and it's something that has to be fed.  It's almost like a physical hunger.  If I'm not learning and studying about Him, I will surely die spiritually.

And so I enter into this new understanding with awe, respect and a stillness in my soul, lest I ruin the sacredness and holiness of new revelation.  I tread with quietness and joy, waiting to see what He is ready to teach me and make my soul nice and chubby.  Oh, the joy of having a chubby soul!

How do you worship and become well-nourished even to the point of chubbiness?

How are you doing today, my dears?  Are you feeling the rush and frantic-ness of the season?  If you are, may I encourage you to stop for a few moments and just breathe Him in?  Remember the reason we're checking things off that monstrous to-do list and think on what really glorifies Him?