I recently sang a “special” at church. (For those not familiar, that’s a song in the service that isn’t by the choir…it’s a solo done during a special portion of the service, like during the offering).
I had been practicing my song in the car quite a bit (that’s the only time I have!) and when it was time to rehearse, Remi was adamant that she was coming on stage with me. Initially she said “I’ve got moves, mom!” so I wasn’t sure what she would do on the stage.
But then she wanted a microphone. And then she was mad that I didn’t turn it on. So I did.
And then, my baby girl worshipped with me.
It was so sweet and special and brought happy tears to my eyes. If she can learn anything from me, I hope it’s who God is and how to worship Him! (For when I look back at this some day, the extra flowers were from a visitation that had just occurred).
