Adoration

I’ve long been pondering “adoration.” Sometimes it is given a bad rap as if it has placed another on a pedestal.

But for me there is relief in sitting at the base and gazing upward. From here I can see the sky and the clouds blowing by and I can feel the smallness of my part as well as the wonder of the whole.

Adoration is a place.

At miraculous times, I find myself there. Tears run down my face for no other reason than it is so beautiful. (btw, tears because of excess beauty are the best)

Thus, adoration is just a part of me.

There is a chair there for me to sit in if I care to stay longer. But the best view is on my back looking up at the sky. 

What I adore is not of most concern, you see.

Because it is just a place inside of me,

Beyond reason,

Full of tears,

Grace,

and joy.  

The Hawaiian sky.