Worship. Adoration. Honour. Thanksgiving.
This evening, as I was praising Jesus and feeling so very thankful for a voice to sing with and arms to raise, the tinyest hint of envy crept into my mind as I thought of Pope JP II who was worshiping at the feet of his Creator at that very moment. A very little thought of "not fair" quickly overshadowed by thoughts of "Wow! How very cool!" ran through my mind as I worshiped, and in my mind's eye was a picture of my own eternity worshiping my Dad in Heaven. I long for that day when the praises never cease and every knee remains bowed before God. WHAT A DAY THAT WILL BE!