The Unexpected

There is something about being a parent that causes me to worship. I don't fully understand it, but often I find myself praising God or praying to him while I am knee deep in the ordinary and mundane tasks of parenthood. It is difficult to find time to intentionally be with God. Now, I know we are always in His presence. But I am talking about the "be still and know that I am God" moments. Those moments are hard to come by as I rush around throughout the day picking up, wiping down, chasing, comforting, and correcting. I think God gives an extra measure of grace to mommies by giving them moments to worship throughout the day...if we can slow down and see them. Tonight I was pleasantly surprised when the moment came. It was a little after midnight, and I was leisurely watching a movie. Karis had been down for hours and nearly never wakes up in the night anymore. In fact it has been 12-14 hour stretches of sleep for months (glorious, I know!). So I was surprised when she began to cry and cry and cry. Annoyed and frustrated I headed in to comfort her. I held her and rocked her while singing to her. At first she resisted. But then she quietly gave in and rested her stubborn head on my shoulder. And then it happened, at the most unlikely moment. In the dark of her bedroom, as her breathing slowed down to a restful rhythm, with my movie on pause in the next room, I began to sing: "I love you, Lord. And I lift my voice to worship You. Oh, my soul, rejoice! Take joy, my King, in what you hear. And may it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear." There, in that moment, I entered into worship.