Quietly, in the late of the evening, when a hush falls on the house as the dog (and probably Dad) snore contentedly on the couch- my son asked me how he could get closer to God. His eyes filled with tears as he told me how much he longed to feel God. Since then I have taken every opportunity to encourage him in his own journey to pray more and be loved abundantly by a Creator who said unless we are like little children we will not see the Kingdom of Heaven.
A key to praying more and loving abundantly, for me, often includes music. I once was part of a worship team and had some of my most intimate times with God with a mic in my hand.
I’ve long since hung up my mic. However, worship and singing are still a major part of my praying more.
This morning, as we sang quietly during prayer time at church, I joined in, eyes closed and heart open. My heart filled and I looked over to the ginger haired miracle tucked under my wing.
I heard an angel.
My stoic, easily mortified by his mother son was singing. He was worshiping in his nine-year old voice. There was never a more beautiful sound in all of creation-not to me.
It was a small, high-pitched and powerful answer to prayer-his and my own.
Tonight I pray you would sing your song and hear His too.