At early morning prayer in the dimly lit sanctuary, I simply wanted to sing and dance for my beloved.
His presence overwhelmed me, and I dropped to my knees singing In the Presence of a Holy God.
The line I’m so small, and frail and weak stood out, and the following encounter came to mind:
While worshiping at home, I saw myself (in my mind’s eye) standing at God’s feet. He sat on His throne.
I was only the height of His toe visible beneath the edge of His robe. Clouds obscured my view beyond that.
Looking up, I could see His fingertips curving over the arms of His throne. Though I tried, I could see nothing but clouds beyond that.
Even though I could not see His face, and even though I felt so small and insignificant, I knew He saw me and took pleasure in the worship I offered for Him alone.
He knows. He sees. He is pleased with our worship.