How I LOVE the simplicity of this! “I will worship as I wait.” Waiting is usually a inner restless pacing that annoys rather than anoints me. An assault on my forward progress and ticking timeline. “Get ON with the show! I’ve got better things to do!” BUT this simple declaration imbues that waiting with a purpose that vastly exceeds my plan that is being thwarted! The waiting room becomes holy ground! The queue a cathedral. Sounds great… but easier said than done. That’s why this picture has the small print in the right lower corner. “ART-of-Worship.” An art… something that we have a seedling of potential to do, but, like any art form, needs practice to nurture it. And like a seed that must die before breaking open to release new life, our egos must give way to Your right to call the shots in our lives. Without that as the starting place, no real worship can emerge. Just a superficial lip service to Your greatness. This 6 months of chemo is a gigantic waiting room for me. Churning with symptoms I don’t like. How I need You to refresh my willingness to worship You as I writhe under their attacks. Pain is real. Praise is an option. Lift my eyes above the moment’s discomfort to see You “high and lifted up, seated on Your throne.” And may that fire up worship in me that transforms, and evokes such joy in You that You blurt out, “This is my beloved daughter in whom I am well pleased!” (Just don’t let Satan overhear it!)