This is the thought I will meditate on today, and hopefully many more days to come…

All of life is an act of worship.

The way I get up in the morning (am I cheerful or grumpy?) is an act of worship. The way I commune with God (do I rush through reading God’s Word? or not even read at all? Take time to pray?) is an act of worship. The way I care for the kids (do I leave them in their PJ’s all day long? Do I take the time involved to see that they fed in a healthful way?) is an act of worship. The way I discipline the kids (do I overlook discipline opportunities out of laziness?) is an act of worship. The way I keep the house (is it presentable, ready for hospitality?) is an act of worship. The way I greet my husband as he comes home from work (am I only glad he’s home so I can get help with the kids? Or am I truly happy to see him?) is an act of worship. The way I spend my evening (am I ignoring my husband because I’m too busy thinking about how good my pillow is going to feel under my head and how I can’t wait to get there?) is an act of worship.

How am I worshiping God with life He has given me?