I've forgotten. That this, THIS is my spiritual act of worship. This life. This one I'm creating with a bearded man and a babe, this is it, it's mine.
"Therefore I urge you brothers and sisters, in view of Gods mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God-- this is your spiritual act of worship" Romans 12:1
Some days it's a natural flow. A rhythm as easy as breathing. Other days fall into one another and my brokenness wins; my selfish heart victorious.
It's not about trying, but abiding.
My daily tasks are my worship.
My life is my worship, my ministry.
Abba, help me to not forget again.
Dear sisters, what is your spiritual act of worship?