Years before me Stasi began to discover the beauty and intimacy of personal times of worship. She’d tuck herself away in our bedroom with her headphones and iPod, and just worship Jesus. Never once did she reappear to say, “Well…that was a waste of time.”  

 

It took me several years to catch on, but I began to do the same. My preference would be to worship on a run, or, driving in my car. I began to look forward to longer drives, because of the extended time it would give me to listen to, soak in and respond to good worship music. (This is now my favorite way to...