There is something breathtaking about watching the little children come unto him.
Some might say they were just having fun waving flags and being up front. That may be part of it. But, their faces were shining with glory. I believe they were bringing smiles to the Father as well as to me and others.
Some might say they were just having fun waving flags and being up front. That may be part of it. But, their faces were shining with glory. I believe they were bringing smiles to the Father as well as to me and others.
The moments couldn't be completely captured on camera or reproduced in words. The 15 month old shaking flags, twirling and marching for the entire worship set, face ablaze with smiles. The four year old looking to heaven with hands raised and face intent. The five year old grinning and waving the red flag she told me she picked because it was Jesus blood color. The eight year old shyly waving his flag like a soldier standing firm. The nine year old fiercely wielding his flag like a warrior. The eleven year old overcoming fear of looking silly and stepping up to lift her flag in beauty. Then, there was the moment the worship leader, in the middle of worship, encouraged everyone to lay everything down and the baby literally dropped his flags and laid down tender cheek to the carpet. He was listening. Pastor reminding that following Jesus into our destiny would require us to step out of our comfort zones and give our all. At that, Baby jumped off the bottom step where he had been sitting, waved both flags with vigor and let out a war cry. I love watching my babies, my niece and nephew and other children within the church worship so fearlessly and with abandon. What beauty.