

I've been allowing Belle to come into the music portion of worship on Sundays because she LOVES it. This past Sunday, as I held her she sang every song. She didn't know all the words, but she mumbled right along with the melody. During the chorus of Wonderful Maker as we sang,
What a wonderful Maker
What a wonderful Savior
How majestic Your whispers
And how humble Your love
With a strength like no other
And the heart of a Father
How majestic Your whispers
What a wonderful God
She threw her hands up in the air and held them there as she sang. I couldn't even continue singing. I truly believe children resonate with praise for our Father in a way that transcends our understanding.

Psalm 8
1 God, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name.
2 Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you; toddlers shout the songs that drown out enemy talk, and silence atheist babble.
3-4 I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
your handmade sky-jewelry, moon and stars mounted in their settings.
Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us?
Why take a second look our way?
5-8 Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods, bright with Eden's dawn light.
You put us in charge of your handcrafted world,
repeated to us your Genesis-charge,
Made us lords of sheep and cattle, even animals out in the wild,
Birds flying and fish swimming, whales singing in the ocean deeps.
9 God, brilliant Lord, your name echoes around the world.
Here's a short video of her worshiping last night. The whole place was resounding on the bridge, "Woah...woah..." and you can see her trying to sing along. Just precious to a mommy's heart.

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