Refuge Worship
My son recently became a member of our church’s youth band. He was so excited about the opportunity.
Music has always been an important part of his life. He didn’t speak until after he was four years old, but he sang…a lot. Sometimes the songs he sang gave us insight into how he was feeling. Sometimes they were just the ones he was repeating for the day. But they always soothed and relaxed him. And when it cam to his tantrums, music seemed to be the only way to help him calm down. I know I sang ‘Hush Little Baby’ thousands of times in those first few years.
He has continued to sing throughout the years. He sings at home, at school, at stores, in the shower. There is a least one concert a night at our house. Fortunately for those of us in earshot, God gifted him with a beautiful voice.
I love hearing him sing. And I have to admit that whenever I get to hear him sing in worship, I cry. I cry because his singing reminds me of all the wonderful things God has done in his life. Here is a boy who lived and thrived when doctors weren’t sure he would. Here is a boy who not only sings, but speaks and communicates when doctor’s told us not to count on it. Here is a boy who wants to ‘lead others in worship’ when I was worried he wouldn’t understand being in a relationship with God. Here is a boy who, when he sings songs of praise, accepts the truth in the lyrics with an open heart of faith.
So as he sings in worship, I thank God for His precious gift and pray that I learn to boldly sing His praises and accept His grace, love, and mercy with childlike faith just like my son….
