Sunday Selah

I made my way to the back of the room, not fully sure what to expect. Children began pouring in from both sides of the split entry, some filling the empty space in front, some filling the only three rows of chairs. The chatter of playground stories filled the air, humming a buzz of youthful excitement.

The worship team filed out of the back room and made their way up to the stage. I didn’t catch his eye, but he certainly captured my heart. I don’t know what it is about watching your children participate in something other than arithmetic and spelling, but it is addictive. After a few announcements and Birthday cheers the lights dimmed and the song words projected out onto the screen. My eyes rested on this young man in yellow, the one holding his brand new guitar. As the music opened he began strumming right along in the dance of notes. He wasn’t changing chords like the other guitarist, but he was pouring out an offering of beautiful music to the heavens.

My heart broke open in humble adoration. He loves Jesus and it doesn’t phase him at all to stand on a stage in front of peers and worship with abandon. He hasn’t had any formal lessons, and certainly doesn’t have finger placement memorized. He hasn’t yet learned to read music or even to recognize the specific chords for the playlist. But he worshiped with his guitar and a heart wide open with love for a Savior who doesn’t care at all about skill. My son worshiped God with all that he had, and that really was all that mattered. It blessed the heavens to listen to his simple strums and it moved this momma to complete tears of humility.



Lord, make me like that. Teach me to care less about the presentation of my gift and more about the One whom I giving my gift to. I write, I worship, for You and You alone. Skill and expertise don’t matter in Your throne room, just an abandoned heart poured out in praise.

“I will sing to the Lord all my life, I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. May my meditation be pleasing to him as I rejoice in the Lord.”  Psalm 104:33


3 Comments on “Sunday Selah

  1. You wrote a beautiful piece. It made me cry. Mark certainly captures my heart, too. I believe God has a special calling on Mark and he will be a servant of the Lord. Grandma Rennemeyer says Mark is a very sensitive child. You are all in my prayers. Love, Grandma Gray


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