This week, one of our teen bands led worship. In that band is my 14-year old son.
We have a lot of musical talent for a fairly small church, especially in our youth. They always do a phenomenal job, and it gladdens my heart to see them unreservedly serving their Lord in this way.
But the thing that touched me the most this morning was watching my son’s face as he worshiped his Lord even as he played to lead us in worship.
He was singing to his King. I was crying in the seats.
His face shone with joy as a child of the King. Beyond his musical talent (which still floors me), his worship was an expression of how much he has learned and is learning to trust the Lord.
For this momma, that is the best thing I can ever see.
I gotta be honest…I have wondered how this widow-walk would affect my boys. Would they see Him as the Giver of Life or as The One Who Took Daddy? Would they get that there are plans we can know nothing of here, may never know anything of, even in Heaven? Or would they turn their backs on the Lord?
They were so young when Keith died! My oldest, the one acting as one of the lead worshipers today, was not quite 9!
But God, in His infinite mercy, great wisdom, and unlimited caring for us as a family, has shown Himself to be worthy of our praise. So many prayers answers even as they were barely words on our lips! So many men ready to jump in and help teach them to be the men of God that Keith and I always dreamed they would be!
As I watched my son through the tears, I was again reminded that God’s got it. My boys are all learning to love the Lord, and they want to serve Him. They are all growing in Him each and every day.
They get it that God is God, even on the hard days, the sad days, the bad days.
And for that I am eternally grateful.
And that allows me to raise my arms and my heart in praise as well, worshiping right there with my son.
Amen and amen.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before Him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God.
It is He who made us, and we are His;