“…if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” Luke 19:40
For the second Sunday in a row, Elliott has been kicked out of the nursery. Okay, not really kicked out, but politely asked to leave because she won’t stop screaming and crying. Super.
So I pick her up last Sunday and head back into church. We’re standing to sing so I just hold her and as we’re standing there worshipping, she starts singing. Of course, she doesn’t know the words (or any words for that matter), but in her little voice she is singing. And when the music stops, she stops. I thought this was just a coincidence the first time, but it’s happened both Sundays.
And this Sunday it gave me chills. Because it’s like she knows when to sing and when to stop. She’s worshipping. My little one year old baby has something in her that’s telling her to praise Him.
Listening to her sing makes Luke 19:40 come alive for me. We are made to worship. We are made to praise our Creator. And my little child whom I love more than life itself gets it. She probably has a better understanding of the need and desire to worship than the majority of adults. How pure and simple.
I am envious of that innocent desire she has. She is not self-conscious about it, she is not distracted and half listening to His voice, she just sings the best she can while her mommy is holding her. And learning from her. And loving her. And thanking God for her. And worshipping.