Worship. What a beautiful thing. And so my honest admission pains me. I used to struggle with worship.
My hidden, unutterable thought, was “What kind of a God wants to be worshiped?” As I wrestled with this I realized I didn’t struggle with worship…I struggled with the fear that I would be disappointed in God’s character. Any person I’d ever met that wanted to be worshiped had never been a person I wanted to spend much time with. [Continue reading]