In my every day I try to live my life in such a way that honors God. I do my best to show His love to everyone I meet. I'm not perfect, and I sometimes fail miserably. I try to remember to always keep my eyes open to not miss a single thing that He is trying to show me. I don't want to miss those things that are special love notes from Him just for me. I don't want to miss those opportunities that He places in front of me to share His love with someone. I try to always keep my ears open so that I can hear from Him when the Spirit nudges me to do something set up just for me to do. To listen to His voice calling out to me to pray for someone. I try to live my day to day for His Glory.
I do all this while, being a mom, an artist, an employee, a wife, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a leader.
All of these things are the things that make up living life. All these things are what draws me away from spending my days and nights surrendered at the throne of my Savior worshiping Him in complete, relentless, all consuming worship like I experienced this weekend. I like to think that it was a tiny glimpse of what we get to do in Heaven, just praising Him day and night with reckless abandon, complete freedom to worship however we feel led to. I'm in no hurry to stop living the life that God has given me, but, man, I'm so excited for the day I'll get to go Home and worship in His presence all the time.
