Worship.

When my heart has had all it can take, I worship You.  When my world is good or bad, I worship You.  Life is crazy, and this world is mixed up, messed up. I worship You.

Worship is an expression of loving.  It is attributing worth to something... to someone.  I cannot help but worship God. He is not simply worthy... He is worth all that I have to give.  I worship Him. 

Not just in song, but with the very essence of my life.  Worship is more than choosing to spend a few minutes singing.  Like the song says, it's letting my Life Song sing to You.

Jesus, I worship You.  Perfectly incomplete, as I am.  You are worthy.

My soul yearns for You in the night; my spirit within me earnestly seeks You,

For when Your judgements are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.

-Isaiah 26:9

I Like to Run Alone

I like to run alone.

• I can go at my own pace.
• There's no one to which I am accountable.
• I'm not holding anyone up.
• I don't feel the pressure of letting anyone down.
• If I want to go faster, I don't have to worry about whether someone else is keeping up.
• I am hindered only by own physical limitations - and no one else suffers the consequences.
• I am not embarrassed when my ability pales in comparison to someone else's.
• I can set my own course.

In some ways this is good.  In others, not so much. 

Maturity, set to words.

If...

Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!