The dichotomy of God is that while He’s never had an identity crisis and knows exactly how holy and perfect and worthy He is of praise – He also sees us deeper than we can imagine; our hearts are laid bare before Him and He treasures our minuscule, broken praise.

We cling to Him with every fiber of our being through the unrelenting waves. Salt stinging our eyes, gasping for air, we utter “Jesus” as the only word we can muster. Those are the two coins we offer from the nothingness in our heart.

It takes everything in us to get out of bed. To continue loving others in action when we feel nothing near it. To sing to Him when we don’t feel it. To invite Him near when He seems nonexistent. To shout at Him in our doubt rather than walk away without a fight. Living as an act of defiance to the darkness; breathing when we don’t want to. Holding Him to His promises.

These are acts of worship and they, I believe, are close to His heart.

Luke 21:1-4