I closed my eyes as the song wrapped around me. It was Sunday, the week before Christmas and I was at peace.
My hand tugged: My daughter happily gesturing at the holiday song being sung-the one she was learning to play on her flute.
Then I understood the unspoken completeness in my soul, my children were lined up in a row…
worshiping God with us.
Just as they had for the last 8 Sundays, notebook and Bible in hand.
I spent the first ten years of my marriage as a Children’s Pastor.
I loved it.
But once my children turn a certain age (it’s different for each one-our youngest is still in classes at 4), I find myself longing to experience worship along side them.
Eight Sundays ago, we made a family decision to attend worship services together.
A scripture was read and instantly I recognized it as a verse that we recently learned as a family. We added crazy hand motions to help us remember and with a side glance to my kids, I saw them doing the small gestures. It was all we could do not to laugh and burst into spontaneous made-up sign language!
But inside? I was marveling.
The glimpse into my children’s hearts as they listened and learned and loved: it was good. It was like unwrapping The Gift of Christmas together.
I know there is a need in their spirits to learn and grow with kids their own age. So, yes to that.
But I want my children to see my eyes brim with tears when God comes near.
I want them to learn to worship by example.
I want to experience God with them…
P.S. when the fidgeting starts-tic tacs help