So early the next morning, Moses gets up, prepares himself, gets the tablets of stone, and heads up to do as the Lord told him. And the Lord descended in the cloud and stood with him there, and told him who he was-how he was patient, loving, merciful, gracious and longsuffering God with abundant goodness and truth, and willing to forgive. Keep in mind Moses had to be wondering how God was going to treat these people Israel, since they had sinned against him so badly with the golden calf. Moses had interceded when God had said he was going to wipe them out and start over. But here, when he begins to hear and understand who God really is, what does he do? This understanding is so completely different from human nature, from what Moses is and is used to in people, it's so different, and so wonderful, he is overcome, and for the first time recorded in scripture, Moses bows his head and worships the Lord. You know, that has been one thing that has inspired worship in me. When I am battling things and feeling terrible because the closer you get to God, the brighter the light, the more it spotlights your own flaws. The more of His beauty I see, and understand, by comparison, how inadequate and flawed I am, and when I see my wretchedness, my complete helplessness to make myself like him, when He is so good, and I long to be like him instead of what I am, it's a heavy weight. BUT as I realize he already knew my shortcomings, my wretchedness without him, and loved me anyway, and is eager to help me anyway, oh folks, that understanding not only humbles but melts my heart and causes me to tremble inside, and this love and hunger for God will well up from deep inside me and my eyes fill up with tears, and I couldn't speak if my life depended on it over the lump in my throat. And worship breaks out in my soul. I have always thought something was wrong with me, since I got saved. I've seen many who could rejoice and shout and praise the Lord during the songs sang in church. And sometimes, I get blessed listening to my talented brothers and sisters sing the praises of the Lord. Sometimes the anointing flows and I rejoice in the Lord as the songs come. But worship? Adoration? Soul-deep love for my Maker? What has caused it to well up the most in this soul of mine is understanding, revelation to my heart of the truth of God's word, in spite of me and my failures and flaws. It's what keeps me going on days when I feel bad, and am stressed out, and things aren't going right. It's my hope. I've understood that he knew all this about me before he ever saved me. And he did it anyway. One of my favorite scriptures, is he calls things that are not as though they are.