Oh come let me adore him.

The line, "Oh come let us adore him" has been etched in my mind the last few days. 

It seems simple enough, and I have no clue how many times I've sung it, but yesterday it hit me hard, right between the eyes, and deep in my heart.

I don't know that I've ever come and adored Jesus during this season of Christmas... at least not honestly. 

Too often I have to conjure up feelings of adoration for Jesus. I have to create an emotional response that I think is appropriate. I have to create the feelings I think I should be having when it comes to Jesus, the lover of my soul, my savior, my rescuer, the truest friend I will ever know.

Is it because deep down I don't really think I need him? Is it because I've heard this story every year, at least once, my entire life? Is it because I just take him for granted?

I don't really know. I don't really care.

This season this will be my prayer: LORD, let me come and adore HIM.

Let me sit in wonder and awe, spellbound, captured by the insanity of it all. The God of the universe as a baby, an infant. Jesus. 

Jesus.

How beautiful a name. 

Abba, let me adore. Let adoration be my posture this season. Let me open to the wonder that you would send your Son to be born a human... and to live and die so that I might be rescued, redeemed... so that I would have a chance at knowing the love you have for me... for this world.

Create in me a heart of adoration, and help me refrain from trying to create it myself. Help me be honest with you, and give you my true attitude, feelings, thoughts, and prayers. Help me give you my life, how I really am, in honesty, and then help me receive what you have for me, really receive it.

I love you Jesus, and I do adore you... even now, as I begin to open to you in truth, my adoration seems to grow. 

You love me... I can love you. 

Oh... I do adore you. Help me to adore you more.