"Hello?" Silence. "Uhhhh- ha!" "She doesn't wanna be bothered right now", looking over at me. I gave her a confused look ( where did that come from?). I offered her a better response,"Say 'She's nursing the baby right now'." I Assumed she was trying to say I was busy. Pause.
"She's doing laundry." "Uh-huh. We ate cereal, and then we had prayer." She kept talking, making herself comfy on a pillow that fell to the floor.
I was still stuck on her saying of the word prayer. It stuck out to me because, to her, it didn't stick out. It was in the same line as cereal. We ate, because we eat. We prayed (And our "prayer time" is incorporated with singing, dancing, playing instruments, and exhortation from the Word), because we pray. It wasn't the odd thing out.
And then I think of how she loves to carry her tiny New Testament Bible around with her. To the doctor's office, the supermarket, the neighbor's house- she has her bible. She just likes to carry it- that and her pink bag full of tiny entertainment. It' one of the must haves, right by the half clothed Barbie doll.
My prayer is that we strive to exemplify worship as a daily living rather than a dutiful task.
It must be more than a front for the assembly, but an intricate part of who we are, as sons and daughters of the King.
|(semi) attentively at church|
Deuteronomy 6:7 And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.
Psalm 34:11 Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the LORD.