Growing up without a heart of worship, I missed out on precious moments. But now, seeing my daughter sing and humming worship songs with joy, I realize what I've been missing. As a child, I was busy chasing football and escaping family struggles, never knowing God, but playing with His Psalms like my own poems.
As a single mother, life can be complex, but it's also a privilege to share moments with my daughter. We laugh, fight, and have our 'don't touch me' moments, but in the chaos, I asked God, 'How do I raise her?' He replied, 'Be yourself, and she'll be attracted to that.' So, I became the real me.
When frustration hits, like a rollercoaster of disappointments, my daughter's voice rises with a worship song, 'I'll follow you anywhere.' Her gentle heart discerns my struggles, and she becomes the glue that holds me together. We lift our worship to God, and the weight lifts off my shoulders.
When I'm down, she tries to make me feel better, singing, dancing, washing our feet together, and inviting me to pray with her tiny hands stretched out. Her prayers are so pure, passionate, and real, and God answers them. These moments remind me of God's goodness and the power of worship.
My encouragement to fellow parents:
- Live a life of worship, and everything will flow from it.
- Be mindful of the example you set for your children.
- Find your smile in God and show it to your children.
- Lead them to the Father, not to yourself; be the best 'spoon' you can be, and let God feed them through you.
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