This was me today in worship. My Sammy is now in worship with us. I can’t say that I’ve been ready for this day, but it is here. Today was actually his 2nd time in a row to be in worship. For some time I’ve enjoyed the joy of closing my eyes while singing worship songs – this keeps any distractions out and for me, helps me to visualize the One I’m singing for, to and because of. It helps me to internalize the Truth of the words I’m singing, so that they become more than words.
But with my Sam beside us, now I’ve got one eye open…knowing he’s capable of catching Mom not looking, and deciding to perhaps…crawl over the pew, run down to the front and tell the worship leader the music is too loud for him, draw on the pew, get into my purse and eat ALL of our favorite mints for church. I’m sure there are others. It keeps things interesting and me laughing (most of the time).
But as we talked about how pleased we were with his behavior in worship today, we talked about how glad Mom and Dad were to have him there – to worship God as a family. And we talked about looking forward to the day when Saw Wayne was with us as well. What a blessing to worship together.
His funny the other day: “Mom, when I go to be with Jesus, can I still talk when I’m in the dirt (buried)?”
I love that kid.
Last night I was blessed to have a Mom’s Time Out with my ML friends. I had about an hour spare time, so I headed to Starbucks and took out my Bible, asking Father for HELP! My responses to my Sammy had not been God-honoring the past several days. I apologized to him before we left, but knew I needed Father’s direction. So He and I went to 1 Corinthians 13 – the LOVE chapter!
So I’m back to the basics. Love is patient. Love is kind.
Although I had apologized to Sammy, that wasn’t enough. I was delighted to sit down with him and let him know I’d met with Father and showed him the scripture He had directed me to, confessing that Momma had not been patient nor kind, but that she wanted to be because she loves God and she loved him. He seemed to be quite receptive to the process Mom went through to make things right with God and right with him.
I don’t like messing up, but since I do it fairly often, I guess I better get used to it! My hope and prayer is that my children see me running to Father, unashamedly approaching His throne of grace. He is faithful to forgive when we confess.
Thanking Father for all that transpires to allow me the opportunity to practice patience and kindness, demonstrating His love to my children through these attributes. I have already had opportunity this morning as I’ve battled a neighbor’s runaway dog, shaving cream, toothpaste, a fish hook in a batman cape, and a 2 year old that continues to have to poo-poo whenever I decide it’s time to start school!