{my heart cries} Holy! Holy! Holy! I stand in awe of You – of Your faithfulness and how You move. I am undone in Your presence. I lift my praise to You – the One who is worthy, the One upon the throne – exalted and majestic. You are so good. I am blessed and honored to serve You.
{He responds with a touch to my head and a gentle smile. Receiving my adoration with joy, but also as His due. And He reminds me} You’re more than simply a servant, beloved. As we labor together resist the urge to feel more a handmaiden than a bride. ‘Less of you and more of Me’ isn’t a devaluing of who you are, but rather a broadening of the space within you that is surrendered to Me. It’s you making more room for Me to move in and through you.
{overcome by love I respond} Thank You for loving me. Thank You for deciding I’m worthy whether I see it or not, whether I get it or not, and whether I embrace it or not. You are beyond good, Papa. Be glorified in me.
Psalm 2:11 (AMP) Worship the Lord and serve Him with reverence [with awe-inspired fear and submissive wonder]; Rejoice [yet do so] with trembling.