I am convinced to teach our children to worship, how to personally entertain the presence of God, it will become one of the greatest assets of their own spiritual journey.
As I wrote last week, growing up, singing and worship was not a "Sunday thing" at our home. We spent hours around the piano. My sisters and I did our best to duplicate the sound of our favorite Rambos songs. I won't pretend that every moment was super spiritual or religiously pious - far from it. There were those times where we would be beyond silly, laugh until we couldn't breathe. There were also those times when standing still and rehearsing was the last thing I wanted to do as a hyperactive kid. Though there has never been a clinical diagnosis. apparently I have always had a bit of an attention deficit issue. (Notice, I did not say "disorder", for I am fearfully and wonderfully made :) - Psalm 139:14)
Look, a squirrel... :)
However, there were those times when in singing around the piano, in a moment of least expectation, the presence of God would sweep over us.
Today I'm remembering a specific moment. I don't have a date to match with the memory. I was around 10, maybe 11. That'd make both of my sisters teenagers. We were rehearsing what would become our favorite song (of course a Dottie Rambo composition) "The Good Lord Walks With Me"
If I could count the tiny flakes of snow
That drift across the heavens high and touch the earth below
If I could count the little rain drops that fall and touch the sea
Then I could count the many times the Lord has walked with me,
The good Lord walks with me.
He hushed the mighty sea to sleep
Calms the waters rough and deep
Leads the way when the road is steep
And He walks along with me,
The good Lord walks with me.
It was during the second verse that it happened. There in our unsuspecting moment, the three of us singing around the old upright piano which still graces my parents' home - it happened.
His searching eyes look down the winding road
He goes before to smooth my way and shares my heaving load...
There at that moment. Not in a church. Not in a worship service. Just three young people/children singing around an old upright piano in their parent's living room -- with a congregation of only One -- there His presence swept in and embraced the three of us letting us know that it was more than a song, more than incredibly written lyrics. It was a truth we could embrace and build our lives upon: the Lord is good, and our good Lord will never leave us or abandon us.
Carolyn, Sharon - when you read my blog today :) - I pray you remember this moment with me - and with this memory, I pray that once again you would feel His arms embrace you, assuring you as He has so many times before, that regardless of what we face in whatever chapter we are currently in - He is still good, and our good Lord still walks beside us every step we take. He is still going before us to prepare the path we are taking. In more ways than we can imagine, He is currently, actively involved in the details of our present moment, working everything together for our good.
Thank you Father for being a good God.
Thank you Father for being a "very present" God.
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own...
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