I had a major God sighting this morning.
Bella and I were late for church. I was out very late worshipping with friends from my discipleship huddle at Bethel Music last night in Columbus. I must’ve hit snooze eight times.
I was so tired, but oh man — it was worth it. I couldn’t wait to get to church to keep on singing.
As we took our places in the pew, Bella asked me for a pen and paper. I felt a little twinge of disappointment — we had been listening to Bethel Kids on the way in, and I was so anxious to worship with her! I really didn’t want her to doodle today.
But I reluctantly gave in. She is six, after all. I can’t expect a kindergartner to connect in worship the way I do — it’s just unfair.
I remember the days of not even being allowed to chew gum in church as a child. I could certainly let her draw pictures and practice writing her word-wall words as long as she wasn’t distracting others, right?
So I let it go, handed her the paper, and worshipped anyway.
A few songs later, she tapped my hip and handed me her paper. And I nearly fell over.
Here’s her heartfelt translation for those of you who don’t know how to decode an emerging writer’s musings:
“God is there for us.
He loves us.
He keeps promises.
God [was] sad on the cross.
We love him.”
“I am calling it The Big God Story,” Bella told me. “Because it’s my story about God. And I like to be winning with God.”
Oh my heart.
Each time I read it, I think my soul might explode. Even at six, the same God who is after my heart is already after hers!
And even when she doesn’t want to worship the way I want her to <insert eye roll at myself>, she offers sweet words of praise in the most appropriate of contexts.
And I got to be the first to share in the power of her words.
Thank you, Father for this precious gift.
“They asked Jesus, “Do you hear what these children are saying?” “Yes,” Jesus replied. “Haven’t you ever read the Scriptures? For they say, ‘You have taught children and infants to give you praise.'” — Matthew 21:16 (NLT)