Habits of Adoration


In the course of my life so far, I have developed and leaned into what Tish Harrison Warren calls “habits of adoration” in her chapter on sanctuary and savoring. God wired me with an eye for beauty and a heart tuned to wonder. My personality lends itself to delight, and if you know me well, you know that well. Whether it’s closing my eyes when I taste something delicious, or cheering aloud every time I see Mount Hood, or completely losing myself in joy and worship at a Rocket Summer or Oh Hellos live show, I let my whole heart and body experience a sense of holy joy at the beauty of existence. I’ve learned how to channel the depth of my emotion into a healthy appreciation for good and beautiful things—for a good and beautiful God who created so much richness, even alongside the pain and darkness.

I’ll include a poem I wrote during college in Austin, Texas about 4 years ago after walking from my bus stop to my house after a long day of classes where I found God’s beauty in my little neighborhood.

 

“The Walk Home”

God is in soft leaves
and purple flowers so bright
they make your eyes hurt.
God is in green traffic lights
and whispers of spring air.
God is in dogs twisting
on ends of leashes
and cats with flicking tails.
God is in old men on porches
who say that it’s nice to see
you even though they’re going
blind.
God is in proud fathers
and stern ones.
He is in the daisies lining
the walk to the door.
God is in daughters
who make magic reality
of their dreams.
God is in the call
from one stranger to another
to share the loveliness
of afternoon.
God is in the wisdom of
old men on their porches,
and in their delight as they tell
what they’ve seen.
God is in introductions,
handshakes,
see-you-laters,
and the sound of passing cars.
He is in tandem bicycles
and little girls in red dresses.
God is in the rattle of the bees
in their zigzag wonder
as they teach us how to love
the yellow of the flowers.

God is in locked doors.
He is in the keys inside our book bags.
God is in the opening up
and the coming home.

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Amen.

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