She sat on the piano bench, fingers curved and intent on the music. A half-smile curved her lips. I stood by the doorway listening.
“Mommy, come here,” Sweet Pea asked. Her arm extended and beckoned. I obliged. Crossing the forer in a few strides, I stood beside the piano bench. Resting my hands on Sweet Pea’s shoulders, I smiled at the familiar worship song. Small fingers plunked on the old keys. “Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down, here I am to say that You’re My God.” The simple melody filled the air and my heart. A slim hand tugged on my clothes, pulling me close. With one arm tucked around my back and one hand pressing the piano keys, Sweet Pea smiled with contentment. I leaned into the warmth of this little body, allowing my spirit to join in the worship. “You’re all together lovely, all together worthy, all together wonderful to me…” there we stood, me listening with a song in my heart and Sweet Pea with a song with her fingers. But both joined in the worship of God. Though Sweet Pea did not play perfectly, it did not deter the true intent and spirit of worship. The simple delight of playing music to God was more than enough. The peace and contentment of this moment tied our hearts together. For perfection of music sung or played is not what matters most to God. Rather it is the heart of the worshiper and the sacrifice of their praises. Lift up your voices and sing, dear friends, and fellow parents. Express your joy and love of God with your children. Don’t be afraid to have fun and make a joyful noise to the Lord. And God will delight over you with singing.
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