I've been thinking about this for a few days now. And every time I do, a little smile crinkles my eyes. Sunday night I went to church. I sit off in a usually deserted area of the gym. Not because I don't like people, I just tend to make sure they are taken care of instead of letting myself interact with Him. To remove the temptation to distract myself, I sit alone. Every once in a while, the section will fill up. Its fun because when the night starts out, its just me, but by the end of it, there are quite a few faces sitting behind or beside me.
This sunday, a friend of mine came and sat with me. Her daughter and boyfriend in tow. We chit-chatted during the greeting time, then the band struck up another tune for us to sing. We all start singing. That's when I heard them. She and her daughter. Singing to Him. It was really beautiful. One high and filled with light, the other soft and peaceful. Whatever my thoughts on marriage and children, it was very sweet to hear a mother and daughter worship together.
Sometimes I'll stop singing so I can hear my church praise God in song. Its the coolest thing. You can tell He's grinning when we praise Him. Most of the time I'm singing to the tops of my lungs, and admittedly I'm consistently out of tune. But I won't let those rocks cry out before I do...
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