Psalms 8:1 & 9 (NIV)
1  O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
9  O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! 
Today is Psalm 8 day.  By heart I know how Psalm 8 begins.  And I know how it ends.  This psalm is the threshold of worship.  Do I know who I’m talking to and about when I refer to God and pray or worship or sing or talk about Him?  His name speaks something to me.  When I say “God”, my heart knows I’m talking about the God of the Bible from one end to the other.  And when I say “Lord”, my heart knows Him!  When I say “Jesus”, my heart knows Him.  When I say “Holy Spirit”, my heart knows Him.  While I have only a vague comprehension or imagination of His majesty, when I say His “Name”, my heart knows a depth and reverence around the power and beauty and grandeur and excellence and might that no other name stirs up when I either think it or say it.  And until I have some comprehension and acceptance of the majesty of this Name and the Person it represents, I do not and cannot honor or worship or praise or respect or fear or live for Him.  The roadblock to worship is in dragging God down to my level and somehow thinking that He’s more like me than I’m like Him.  When I realize that He’s not like me – all carnal and base and so human and corrupted by the thinking I’m stuck in – but that He calls me up to be like Him – all chosen and glorious and Spiritual and pure – then my life shifts and I’m struck by His love and grace and mercy and I can’t help but allow the Spirit to work His mystery in my life to make me into exactly what and who He envisions me to be. 
Mmmmmm . . . O Lord, my Lord, how majestic is your name in my life, and, indeed, in all the earth. 
I can rest now.