It leaves a bad taste in my mouth, this word “adore.” It’s starry-eyed princesses with tiny waists and big eyes expecting to be fawned over. It’s weak men eyeing the prom queen because she has a social cache that he wants. It means giving our power to another.
And honestly, that feels weak.
It means I’m not a pull-yourself-up-by-your bootstraps person. It means that I don’t have this whole thing all figured out. It means that I’m not in control.
And then, comes the fear.
If I don’t have power, if I don’t have control, then what? If properly-given adoration — not improperly like the examples above connote –means a giving up, do I really “adore” God? Do I bend the knee like the three kings, laying down my wealth and status and reputation? Or do I clench tightly to my well-worn leather boots and say (in the voice of my toddler son): that I can do it myself?
It’s only in trading in those boots for something more humble that we’ll begin to walk slowly in the direction of adoration. Slowly pacing towards a slow giving up, again and again — a laying down, an open-handedness — we’ll creep towards adoration as a giving up instead of a power grab.
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