February Eighth; Thoughts on Adoration

For many of the word prompts I choose, I will look for a definition to spark inspiration. Here, I found more definitions than I will ever need; https://www.definitions.net/definition/adoration I do believe I need to bookmark this site for future reference.

1)Here I am going to start with the second definition, the act of admiring strongly.

I have gotten into the habit of starting my morning while waiting on mom’s call, of visiting the blog posts of others. I return often during the day as people post at various times during the day. I have come to find that there is a very vast wealth of information, heart and artistic talent out there. The amount of time and effort put into what they are sharing is amazing. Those who seek to educate on various levels on various topics is astounding. Those who share their struggles and victories heartwarming and encouraging.

I cannot help but admire the determination and willingness to share what they know. The risk that so many take when they expose their humanity.It is my belief that we should all be able to share and expose that part of ourselves without fear of judgement or worse ridicule and condemnation. I believe, that when we expose that weakness, we are allowing ourselves to open to healing. We also may never know who out there we may have assisted in the process.

2)A feeling of profound love.

 Not just the ordinary stuff here. Not the love of comedies, or cats, or long, hot, bubble baths, but that deep, strong, all the way to the soul love. The kind that fills you to a cellular level and beyond. It is often a healing love. Not solely the love between people, it is more than that.

 I adore getting out in nature. To be able to get out in the woods alone and allow the peace and contentment found there to soak into my very being and bring healing. Whether the woods are quiet, or filled with the symphony of the life there, it is a peace that calms the soul.

The time I get to spend with my family is a coveted treasure and yes, adored memory. Even when I listen to the same story fourteen times with the slightest of variations.

The mornings spent sitting in quiet, watching the sun come up and enjoying my coffee.

The friends who make time for me, whether in person or through other various forms. Just to let me know they are thinking about me.

3)The worship given to God alone. 

I am one who believes. Even as I cannot describe in any way worthy, I have felt His presence. I know of all the times He was with me. I know He hears my pleas and prayers of thanksgiving. It is said that singing is a form of worship, while my voice is such that I only sing solo…so low only God hears, it is true. Singing does fill the heart with worship. Prayer, that speaking with God. Even when the words won’t come, He knows our heart. I know that He hears, for He has answered. The answers may not always be as hoped, but they are answers.

I sit here, and I know I am blessed, even and especially in the struggles for in the struggles I learn and grow. Four years alone has taught me an inner peace and comfort. It has drawn me closer to God, more dependent and in so, not weaker but stronger. In the struggles, I have learned greater empathy for others and their battles.

 I am a domestic abuse survivor. Even as I still heal from that, I can say to another, I understand, I have been there. During that time I drank heavily. When I escaped-literally-on the bus ride home, the desire to drink was removed from me. Yet, I was there, I understand that addiction. While I never have been homeless, I have known the time of financial struggles and concern, even fear. I know the living paycheck to paycheck and scratching to eat.

How can you adore God, when He allows such to happen? I adore, because I know that I was meant to be able to understand. When I talk to another, they know that. They see empathy not pity. Not all who struggle are meant to learn a lesson, some are meant to be a lesson. On love, empathy, compassion, hope. Jesus the Christ said the poor would always be among us, it is up to us to understand that and seek to be like Jesus in showing of the compassion that comes from not just the heart, but the soul. In seeking and finding, in increasing levels, that ability and amount of love, we find the adoration.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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