Worthy

In the early roaring 20’s, I had been in a friendship where he would play all kinds of love songs on his guitar, and dangle a carrot of his love over my heart. I saw that he had fallen in love with me when we first met, and even though he was older, I was interested. He was funny and kind and generous with his help to me. I heard from God not to date him, but I still wrestled with my feelings because of the intimacy of the love songs.

What helped me not make the decision to date him along with the word of the Lord, was because he kept mentioning all of his past relationships. How one woman was his first love, and another was his soul mate. Still another worshipped him and he considered her a daughter. He said it felt like he knew me his whole life. I had a revelation that maybe I filled the mold of every woman he ever loved. That is a gift from God. I was deeply Insecure about my body.

At the time, I viewed it as an insecurity that he had to prove that he was lovable. Worthy. Or maybe he was letting me know that these women were his fans and he used the same pick up songs on them.

So then I was the one who felt unworthy. Still hoping for a husband, when I got a male caregiver, I thought he was the one. I didn’t love my body because it was broken. I felt completely unworthy of romantic love, and let him touch me in ways that were unholy. I should have set a boundary, but I did not.

I was in a summer of deep intercession. When I opened the door to sin, I noticed my intercession waned. My heart turned from the Spirit to the flesh. He later sexually assaulted me after grooming me with his subtle and not so subtle touch. I then let the enemy seduce me into touching myself, even to the point of injury. I made the decision to stop. And I did. All of 2023 was a year of victory and no desire for that kind of touch.

I’m not sure of the timeline, but the enemy came back in 2024 with another sexual assault. I was stronger this time, and I forgave quickly and was victorious. I then felt like I was called to war against the very part of me he was attacking.

I had had an encounter with the Bridegroom in 2022, a few months before the attack. The enemy was strategic in sending this male caregiver to attack me. As my Bridegroom is so glorious and majestic, that the weight of unworthiness crushed me and caused me look to settle for a man who was not my destiny.

I was not in prayer as in past seasons, and was an open target for the enemy to sift me like wheat. 🌾 After his attack, a female caregiver tried to start a romantic relationship with me. I had an opportunity to have a sexual relationship with either caregiver in the privacy of my home. But I had the hope of my Bridegroom meeting me in glory, and held onto that hope all the way through. I made a covenant with God at age twelve to remain a virgin until marriage, and to preserve my purity for my husband one day.

The sexual assaults against me started that year. I made the covenant of purity with God after contemplating suicide. God met me and said audibly that He loved me, and too many people loved me for me to die.

So in 2024, when I was assaulted during Holy Week by another female caregiver, I decided to take down the giant of sexual sin, and use masturbation in my prayer life.

In 2010, when I was dreaming of marriage, I started watching porn to learn about sex. This opened the door to the enemy in that season, and a caregiver assaulted me, but said it was an accident.

I confessed to my Anglican priest at the time, and he prayed for wholeness over me. Shortly afterwards, I was prayed for, and walked out of my wheelchair across a room. I then got a surge of courage, and walked back across the room!

In 2025, I was attacked sexually again, but this time I didn’t say no, and asked for more. My body was broken and bruised, and I was on a significant amount of pain medication. I entered a cloud of confusion. Even if it felt good, releasing seratonin, dopamine, and the ecstatic hormones the sex glands release, it was morally and spiritually wrong. I apologized to the person for making them think it was okay after I felt like they initiated it. I recently had the thought that sexual treatment of women’s genitals was used medically in the past to regulate the nervous system. But I was also exhausted and didn’t have the same defense mechanisms in place that I did in past instances.

The enemy is after our purity! He gets us discouraged In our dreams and uses the most sensitive parts of our bodies and feelings to try to destroy us.

There’s a testimony from Kris Vallotton where he was in an airport, and he saw two women standing next to each other. The demon hit one woman on the shoulder. The second woman turned around and got mad at the first woman. Then the demon hit the first woman on the shoulder, and the second woman started yelling at the first woman. Kris observed the demon laughing at the chaos he caused. Kris also teaches that the enemy attacks us when we’re in pain and exhausted.

My caregiver was jet lagged and fatigued, and had never been a caregiver before then. Whether she knew what she was doing or not, I had an open door to sin and welcomed him in to have his way.

God led me into a two day fast, where I didn’t drink water or eat. I shut off my phone and just listened to worship, and gave my life as a living sacrifice to Him. On the third day, He told me to feast! He said that I would no longer be tempted to masturbate because He supplies all of my needs according to His riches in glory. It has been a season of repentance, forgiveness, and reconciliation. I am contending for restoration of the relationships affected by this last event. I’m not sure what my healing will look like or when, but I plan to run, not walk out of my wheelchair straight into the arms of my Bridegroom.

In the meantime, I listen to worship and give my heart to Jesus over and over again. Worship is where Love meets Love. Jesus is my first Love, and always will be. He sang over us from before time began, and every love song is from Him!

Introduction
Doctors said I wouldn’t live past age twelve. I’m hopeful. I was always choosing to believe in victory no matter the odds or circumstances. I am fearless. Unshakable. Unafraid. I’m in love with the God who saves, and I won’t apologize for it. To be seated in heavenly places with Him means everything to me. I feel His presence tangibly and pray without ceasing. Our thoughts are prayers. We can entertain lack or what’s possible through Jesus. He is the first and last person on my mind. When my thoughts wander, I engage with Him and ask Him what He’s doing at the moment, what He’s saying, or what He’s feeling, and partner with Him to bring Heaven to earth.
My internal GPS, or God Positioning System, constantly recalculates to Him. I want to be used wildly for Him. I want to shine in such a way, that when people look at me, they see Him. This was a free gift I couldn’t earn. It only requires belief in Jesus and making Him Lord of our lives to activate the gift. He is sanctifying me on a regular basis. He is growing me and growing in me. And while that’s not always comfortable, staying stagnant is not where I want to be. I am like a child, eating up the sustenance of my Daddy’s presence by reading His Word, making time to sit and be with Him, worshipping Him, and taking risks of faith. Faith is our ability to remember. If God keeps giving us revelations, we must correlate them to Him and His word to gain understanding. He’s always trying to convey mysteries to us.
I also try to posture my heart to say what He says and do what He does. Matthew 5 shows the correct attitude of heart that fosters intimacy with Jesus. I am in submission to the Great Commission, which is commanded in Mathew 28: 16-20
“Jesus gives them some instructions and reassurance; this event has become known as the Great Commission. Jesus tells the disciples to: “Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything that I have commanded you.”
My heart is to be a blessing and a hope to every soul I meet. To bring peace. I am so radically loved by the Trinity that I want others to experience Him, too.
This book is about my journey to arrive at this Victorious mindset by sharing my life with you. I can say with accuracy that the main key is yielding to His Holy Spirit on a regular basis. Some call it our conscience or common sense. Most of us don’t like being told what to do. We rebel against the authorities over us to be independent and forge our own path, often in rebellion to the status quo and to God. Self-preservation, self self-righteousness, and self-protection actually imprison us and keep us from forgiving and being forgiven. For me, the authority I didn’t bow to was what the world or society said about me. Part of it was because living with a chronic disease and disability makes you face natural reality in a way where you don’t have many options to hide who you are or your limitations and vulnerability. Society presses in, pointing out your lack and unworthiness to contribute to your life or the world at large, the way it sees fit, but it actually strips away the identity Jesus died to give us. I am here to say that we all have value and purpose. We must put aside selfishness and the need to be right, and learn to submit to one another in love. We are most powerful when we control ourselves, and discover the greatness we see in others.
When we find out who we are in Christ, the heavenly reality, which is the superior reality, it allows us to become a city on a hill that cannot be hidden. Christ in us is the hope of glory, and He wants to share His glory with us. Colossians 1:26-27 says, “the mystery that has been kept hidden for ages and generations, but is now disclosed to the Lord’s people. 27 To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.” I heard a comment where someone said that they were of a lesser race, trying to rise to the status of a superior race. I commented back that the Bible says that he is royalty, and no race, gender, disability, or any other societal box can stop what God has ordained. At some point, we need to sacrifice the mindset of, “woe is me,” and embrace the mindset of, “wow is me!” because Jesus lives inside of us, no matter our race, disability, or any negative label others try to place on us.
You were a dream in God’s imagination before time began. You are His dream come true. He died so that we may have life and have it more abundantly. When we receive Him and make Him Lord of our life, He gifts us with eternity with Him now. It is not some distant, far-off place, but here and now. He puts Heaven inside of us!
(If you don’t know Jesus, I would like to take this opportunity to invite you to invite Him into your heart and make Him Lord of your life.)
Revelation 1:6 says, “And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.”
He calls us kings, because He has given us authority. He calls us priests, because we have access to His heart and mind.
When my parents brought me home from the hospital, my name was Theresa. My older sister by fourteen months, Mary, looked at me with enthusiasm and said, “Oh! Tisa!” And that is how I became known. Mary said that I was born with jewels on my feet. I chose to title my book, Resurrected! Shoes of Peace, and a Little Screaming, because everywhere I go, the peace of Jesus goes with me because He lives in me.
f.o.p is the way fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva is known. I choose not to capitalize it, as I refuse to give it any honor. f.o.p is a disease where the muscles in one’s body have what is likened to heart attacks, and then over a few days or a few months, and sometimes up to a year or more, turn into real bone. It builds a second skeleton in the person, rendering them immobile over time.
There’s no reactual pattern of which joint gets locked into a straight or some degree of bent position first. We are frozen in statue-like poses. Some are straight, like me. Others are in sitting-down positions or a combination with no set pattern. Some, like me, are stuck laying straight in bed and unable to walk, with limbs bent or twisted, or in any combination, the body gets sculpted into over timeover time. .
But here’s the thing: I am healed! Jesus healed me on the cross. It is finished. My hope to walk again and see His glory manifested in me will not be put to shame. Hope is a person named Jesus. Hope is having the emotions of the thing you a’re believing for before it happens. I am so rooted and grounded in His love for me that any attempts to convince me that I am sick will fail.
I am a healed person fighting off sickness, not sick and waiting to be healed. The Bible says that faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen in Hebrews 11:1. God gives us a measure of faith, and we pay Him back by believing Him, and asking for more by taking risks of faith to believe for the impossible. When I was first diagnosed, my first awareness of that faith was when my mom, Susan, said that this disease is not more powerful than God. Hope was born in my heart because, at around the time of my diagnosis, I had invited Him into my heart. My journey in these pages, these leaves of healing, aims to share that hope and ultimately bring you His peace as you walk in my shoes. He is healer.

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I make friends everywhere I go. I have a disability, so I don’t have to seek attention. I catch most people off guard, because the joy of the Lord that’s in me disarms people from seeing my disability to see Jesus in me. 

I was a volunteer for an organization, and made a friend who was also on fire for Jesus. He was someone who made friends easily, and was always proclaiming the word of the Lord. He called me one day to complain about the organization. I was sad for his experience, but encouraged him that God could use it for His glory. We lost connection for a while. When I heard from him again, he said that the name of Jesus was the wrong name, and gave me a list of names we should pray to instead. I said that Jesus has many names, and they are all found in the Bible. I wasn’t sure if the names he mentioned were in there, so I suggested that we have a Bible study to know the names of God. He never agreed to it, and asked me to pray with him. I refused. Some time passed before we had any contact. 

He was on my heart one day, so I texted him and told him that he should be sure to only pray to the correct names of God. He texted me back that he didn’t know who was texting him. He asked me if my name was Veronica. 

My cousin Veronica was in a terrible car accident. She broke every bone in her body. My cousin Veronica is a living saint. She served with Mother Theresa in Calcutta, and is a pediatrician who is loved and known in her community as a loving and caring person. She runs the Boston Marathon every year, and my uncle said that’s why she must have survived the crash. I think it’s because she has divine protection. 

God made the connection in my mind that whatever names my friend was praying to were agents of darkness. It was implied by him asking me if I was Veronica that he had somehow caused her accident by his prayers to Satan. Let’s face it, if we are not praying the name of Jesus, we are risking inviting the powers of darkness in to speak on our behalf. 

As Sons and Daughters of Jesus, we must exalt Him and Him alone. Complaining is worshipping Satan, and the more we exalt dissatisfaction above the victory we have in Christ, the more we partner with darkness and serve the wrong god.

I sensed in the Spirit what was happening, and I lifted my hands in worship to Jesus. I exalted His name, which is above every name, and warred in the heavenlies on my cousin’s behalf. If you are reading this book, you have a heart for prayer. Please pray for Veronica, that her body and spirit are restored to Jesus. And please pray for my friend, Anthony, that he would be snatched from the fires of hell and used for the purposes of God again. My reply to his text was to plead the blood of Jesus over him. I plead the blood of Jesus over everyone reading this, and that you repent. The kingdom of heaven is near. 

22 Without counsel, plans go awry, But in the multitude of counselors they are established.

Proverbs 15:22 NKJV

We go faster by ourselves, but we go farther together. Being in community has taught me so much about myself, and how to follow strong leaders. We make our plans, but God guides our steps. When we are teachable, humble, open to correction by our leaders and community, we grow in ways we never could on our own. 

My personal relationship with the Lord is that I am quick to obey Him, and I take risks to please Him. My leaders, friends, and family will speak something that confirms or corrects my perception. Being under the influence of people who know their identity in Christ is key. I don’t follow just anyone. 

Finding your tribe is key to walking out your destiny. God gave us each a destiny and purpose. He’s not thinking that you should know it now, as that’s too much pressure for us. In general and most importantly is to love Him with our whole mind, heart, strength and will, and to love each other as He loves us. 

When we cultivate a personal prayer life, and seek His face on a daily basis, it’s easier to navigate this life more abundantly. When we get into community, this relationship is only enhanced. We see His face in one another, and look to serve each other with encouragement. 

I like to be the most encouraging person in the room, and bring my best to every conversation. It’s such a beautiful thing when everyone has this same mindset, and God has a place to rest and promote us in love and connection. 

I would encourage you to ask yourself if you’re hanging around encouraging people. Complaining empowers darkness, and stifles creativity and invention. Get yourself around a tribe of people who will lift you up as you lift them up, and watch God move! 

30 A sound heart is life to the body, But envy is rottenness to the bones.

Proverbs 14:30 NKJV

God has given each of us a measure of gifts and talents to bring heaven to earth. We can’t focus on someone else’s gift mix in jealousy or envy, and get caught up in comparison and competition. We must celebrate one another and champion each other to win the individual race God has set before us. 

Nobody wins the Pain Olympics! We each have our own struggles in this life. We have both suffering and success in common. To me, success is being confident in who God created us to be, because low self esteem is pride. We have the Creator of the Universe living inside of us! We have no reason to envy others or feel less than because knowing who we are and Whose we are gives us strength to move mountains. 

The definition of envy is a feeling of discontented or resentfullonging aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or luck. This is a feeling that is part of our human make up, and is a good servant, but a terrible master. Envy should provoke us to be asking GOd what we have in the way of gifts, talents and abilities. Favor ain’t fair, but we’ve all been given a measure of favor that as we explore God’s heart for us, we gain confidence, or Godfidence in who He created us to be. 

We can’t judge this life by our feelings, but by who we are in Him. To learn more, start in the book of John in the Bible. When you find out who God has called you to be, you won’t want to be anybody else! 

17 A wicked messenger falls into trouble, But a faithful ambassador brings health.
Proverbs 13:17 NKJV

When we spread gossip, entertain the lies of the enemy, and think on things that are not true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, and admirable, we are being wicked messengers. We are advancing hell instead of heaven. People will disappoint us. We must forgive immediately and ask God what He is saying about them and about the circumstances.

As I grow closer to Him, I am seeing all the ways He shows up. I cast my cares on Him because He cares for me. Our thoughts and words we speak are so powerful. What we think about in our mind births our outward experience. Our earthly reality is based in our minds. Jesus died to put heaven inside of us. We were born into hell, a broken planet. But He has given us the power to colabor with Him to bring heaven to earth.

We can look at the world around us and think it’s bad. It may be bad, but we are world changers! We don’t deny problems exist, but through our prayers and victorious mindset, we deny them a place of significance. Those things that trigger us are the things we’re called to change. What God says about us and our life is superior and more significant than anything in the natural. I may have a diagnosis, but I live from eternity. All of this is temporary. Our words, thoughts, and prayers are set up for bringing heaven to earth not just for now, but for future generations. We are not the center of the universe, called to be selfish and all about our own will. We are called to be selfless and serve one another in love. Call it pay it forward, call it giving without telling anyone, call it sacrificing something you want to give it to someone else.

I know a homeless man who relies on God for everything. He will be hungry and the next thing he knows, someone will buy him lunch and say they heard God tell them to do it. He relies completely on God for everything. He is completely dependent, and knows that this world is only temporary. He’s not really homeless, because he’s made his home in Christ Jesus.

I aim to live a life completely dependent and reliant on Jesus for every need, for every moment of joy. I get to partner with Him and remember the joy He gave me yesterday and bring it with me into today. He treats me like every day is my birthday, and He only wants good things for me. He celebrates me and gives me gifts in friendships, my memories, and ways I can’t explain. Our part of our covenant with Him is getting inside His mind for ourselves and others, and releasing the joy He died to give us. The peace He died to give us. For the righteousness He died to give us, but also commands us to seek along with His kingdom, and we get to discover and explore His heart for us. Some call this pie in the sky thinking, but I would rather it than a pie in the face from the ways of darkness and wickedness.

22 Lying lips are an abomination to the LORD, But those who deal truthfully are His delight.

Proverbs 12:22 NKJV

I was never worried about Big Brother watching me. I had decided in my heart before it was even a thing, that I would always tell the truth. So when it started to cause anxiety among those around me, I was at rest. These days, when you mention a product, an ad appears in our phones and social media. Big Brother is now not only watching, but listening. So is God! Above any fear of man, any fear of technology, we should have a healthy fear of God. 

We should be being honest with ourselves, and Him. Dishonesty delays intimacy. Somewhere along the way, there were situations in my life where I learned to be a people pleaser to tell them what I knew they wanted to hear to keep the peace. Although it wasn’t peace, really. I would appease the person to keep the veneer that if everyone got their way, there would be peace. This was not the case. I lived in a place where my fear would compel me to quickly assess the dynamics of a situation and submit to the will of the other person so that they would never be mad or disappointed in me. I had decided as a child that I would avoid all conflict by just agreeing with people and never speak out my own opinion. What did my opinion matter if it was going to cause division? That was a big lie I was believing. Because after a while, the world I had created stole my voice. It stole my creativity to come up with the very solutions to the problems I was blindly agreeing to in my one man army to battle for counterfeit peace. 

Then there was a shift. I became bold in telling the truth no matter what the consequences. That self protection that was disguised as peace making broke apart like a chocolate orange waiting for me to indulge in a new reality of living a life of bold truth. My opinion matters. My voice matters. If I yield to a lie, I am empowering darkness, and tying God’s hands to move freely in my life to be my protector and deliverer. My self defense was a barrier to being whole and really loving others. My self deception while believing that I was being honest was preventing me from moving forward in pure agape love. 

I took baby steps to kill the dragon of people pleasing, and I didn’t do it by myself! Once I saw the lie coming, that band aid dispenser to calm the dragon from breathing fire, I paused. I let myself think about the truth of the situation, and I said that. It was not my normal, and I didn’t realize until now that my heart posture to always be honest did not match what came out of my mouth in the guise of self protection. I felt brave to speak the truth and let the consequences be what they would. I know now that God goes before me and us always. That He will protect me and guide me into the messy middle to defend me and protect me no matter what. Another shift came when the more I told the truth, the more others around me started to trust me. I think as a society, we deal in lies as currency to test the waters of who is trying to lie to us. But when we live at that level of suspicion, we are not honoring the other person by establishing a trust from the first words we speak to each other. Some lie out of fear of punishment in order to avoid known consequences of abuse or repeated lies from others. My faith is my armor now. And when I express the truth without filtering it through what the outcome will be or how the circumstance will be when I try to control it, Heaven stands behind me and champions me and protects me from the fiery darts. I don’t have to be under any fear of man because that is a counterfeit fear. I only want to please God, and live in a way that honors and glorifies Him. We can’t look past the sinner in front of us when we are aware of the lies we know they’re telling us. Once you become a curator of telling the truth no matter the cost, the lies of the enemy become crystal clear and you dethrone his voice in your life. No longer must you keep track of the last lie you told, but you get to walk in the freedom Christ died for. When we lie, when we gossip, when we live in deception, we empower chaos and are essentially asking Jesus for a refund of the price He paid. Fear established in the love of God is much different than the fear of man that binds us to ourselves as god. True freedom comes from relying on Him, and doing our part to walk in the empowering grace He gives us to be the salt and the light we are called to be. 

God doesn’t, and will never hold our sins against us. Man does sometimes, but God does not. We have to step into our inheritance, which is bigger than we can fully grasp or understand. Part of it, though, is that we are forgiven. God invites us to treat each other as He treats us.

Romans 4:6-9 says,

^6-9 “David confirms this way of looking at it, saying that the one who trusts God to do the putting-everything-right without insisting on having a say in it is one fortunate man:

Fortunate those whose crimes are whisked away,
    whose sins are wiped clean from the slate.
Fortunate the person against
    whom the Lord does not keep score.

Do you think for a minute that this blessing is only pronounced over those of us who keep our religious ways and are circumcised? Or do you think it possible that the blessing could be given to those who never even heard of our ways, who were never brought up in the disciplines of God? We all agree, don’t we, that it was by embracing what God did for him that Abraham was declared fit before God?”

Jesus covered us in His blanket of love when He died for us. To walk in that forgiveness, we must go and do the same. We are called to radical forgiveness over picking up an offense and letting bitterness into our hearts. If we don’t forgive others, God won’t forgive us. I know this sounds like a contradiction, but stay with me-

In Matthew 6:14-15 it says,

^14-15 “In prayer there is a connection between what God does and what you do. You can’t get forgiveness from God, for instance, without also forgiving others. If you refuse to do your part, you cut yourself off from God’s part.

We are in a partnership with God. His covenant of marriage with us looks like us learning His ways, and walking them out with each other. We are to love each other with the same passion we love Him with. If we are loving Him with our whole selves, we are loving others the same.

In Matthew 22:37-40 it says,

^37-40 Jesus said, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and intelligence.’ This is the most important, the first on any list. But there is a second to set alongside it: ‘Love others as well as you love yourself.’ These two commands are pegs; everything in God’s Law and the Prophets hangs from them.”

This means that we do not withhold our love to punish someone for hurting us. Love and forgiveness are our super powers to overcome any offense. Keeping our love on while establishing honor for others is key. We can honor others because we are honorable. When we stay in the victorious mindset that God is working all things together for our good as He states in Romans 8:28, we can be still and know He is God and He will protect us and take care of us.

^26-28 Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. Romans 8:26-28

We get to embrace the mystery of God! He invites us into partnership, but He does the heavy lifting. We can cast our cares onto Him because He cares for us.

“casting all your cares [all your anxieties, all your worries, and all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares about you [with deepest affection, and watches over you very carefully].” 1 Peter 5:7

Again, we cannot approach God, nor refuse to approach Him out of fear of punishment. He is only loving, only good. He does discipline us because He loves us, but it is not punishment. He gently guides us and directs us, and when we get it wrong, He lets us know. We might feel a brief pang of recognition that we got it wrong, but death has lost its sting, and we can fall into His arms like a child and receive His wisdom on how to do it right the next time. Often, His discipline is grace, that empowers us to receive the correction and walk in closer nearness to His heart. We must have clean hands and a pure heart, unoffended and unoffendable. If we see an offense, we have a choice to either pick it up, or leave that formed weapon alone and posture our heart to ask God what He is thinking and doing in the moment. He is our constant companion, our comforter. We have a lifeline that we couldn’t earn, it is the personal phone number to God most high. We can call, text, or FaceTime whenever we want. Let’s step into His River of life, His River of Love, and stop punishing one another, but love and forgive each other like He does.

I love you, but Jesus loves you more!

I have loved you with an everlasting love. I have called you, and you are Mine. Come home! I have big plans for you.

I am humbled and grateful for your praise and worship. It’s a sweet fragrance and I love inhabiting your praises like floating on the lazy river!