From the Mouths of Babes

                        

Before this Sunday becomes blurred into the rest of the week, I need to tell you about last Sunday's worship service. 

            

The kids were sharing an interpretation of the songs we were singing.  As we sang "You died upon the cross . . ." their arms were outstretched.  I caught this photo and a few more.  Andrea is in the pink and Kayla in brown.  What you can't see is Lupe in front of the church trying to copy them.  As they danced, she danced.  It was wonderful.

After the children were finished, we had a time of prayer, first with a partner then calling out a prayer if we had one for the Lord.  The music was playing softly in the background as member after member spoke their love and petitions.  Then suddenly, a small and hard to understand voice rang out: "Thank you for my mommy and daddy, bless my mom . . ." Peoples voices hushed, the music stopped and a little girl poured out her soul to the Lord.  I caught my breath and began to cry. I'm told many others did as well.  It was our Lupe.  Tears streamed down my face as she shared her thankfulness to Him.  It was like the sound of a perfect crystal bell, full of resonance and lacking any trepidation.

Sometimes we get so involved with the day to day stuff and we sort of ignore what Lupe is doing or thinking.  She doesn't say much during our twice daily family prayer.  Apparently she knows deep in her heart that the Lord hears her whether she speaks aloud or not.

I pray today that you will allow your voice to ring out as a sweet perfume unto the Lord, knowing that no matter what, He is always there.