This morning I read in Psalm 95:6 these words:
Come let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.
So I kneel. On these old knees, in this little bedroom, from this joyful heat. Something about the physical act of kneeling primes my heart to worship.
The body here reflects the soul’s position: humble, adoring, dependent, and ready.
I kneel.