Early on as a Christ-follower, I had my quiet time with the Lord down to an art when it came to the time, place, and studies. It worked well. No regrets!

In recent years, not so much…at least in the same way. I began sensing that I had unknowingly allowed my need for structure to settle in to more of a system. (System defined: “An organized and coordinated method; a procedure.”)

Quite frankly, I don’t want my time with Christ to be defined as a method or procedure — or any other feel good tactic. I no longer want a clock or a prescribed reading to define my time with Him either. I simply want Him.

This desire will always be grounded in the Word, for where else can we know Him best? While that’s where it all begins, worship doesn’t have to, nor should it, stop there. Worship isn’t defined by the amount of time we stay seated or the number of passages we read.

“Worship is what spontaneously flows out of us when we come face-to-face with Him.
It’s the natural response to all of who He is.
Worship is all about God.
It’s for Him. Our worship is to Him.”
Louie Giglio – “Wired for a Life of Worship”

When is the last time you spontaneously broke out in song because you couldn’t hold back your praise any longer? Or read a psalm or other passage aloud to Him as an act of confession or other act of worship? Or sat outside, with a quieted heart, listening to the birds as they sang morning praises to their Maker or prayed for those passing by?

Don’t get me wrong — structure is not a dirty word. Throughout Scripture we see clearly that our God is one of order — not chaos. Structure simply – and quietly – lays the foundation for a true house of freedom.

As you can see in the above picture, Lord willing, my morning will begin with my grandmother’s Living Bible, my journal, and my oh-so-vital reading glasses. But it won’t end there. In fact, it will be just the beginning.

“Worship is our response to what we value most.”
Louie Giglio

How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty! My soul yearns even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young– a place near your altar, O LORD Almighty, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. Psalm 84