Worship Through the Eyes of a Child

by Nikki


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My knees practically touch my chin as we sit in a rain drop of little chairs. That’s what we call it now, this circle made by their own 4 and 5 year-old hands. When one notices most of us funneled together on one end, she comments “We took the circle and made it better. We made a rain drop.”

We decide then to worship in the rain here every Sunday. And my cup overflows…

I can’t help but laugh when I think of how I prepared for this lesson. How I expected to teach them new discoveries. New words to use in everyday conversations. My how He must have smiled, knowing the plans He had in store for me.

In all honesty, the task of explaining the 10 Commandments to preschoolers scared me a bit. Let’s face it, I still struggle with a couple myself. Lately, though, I’ve seen them in a new light and was anxious to share my reasoning. But first they needed to know what the rules were and I was anticipating hurdling over each one.

The first couple we would fly through with ease, I was certain. Yet in an attempt to be thorough, I asked their bright eyes of wonder:

“What do you think Worship means?”

I fully expected simple answers I’ve heard countless times. But God was there that day. Speaking to me through these unfiltered eyes. With each response, my view began to match their wonder. And I became awestruck at how clearly they see something we grown-ups tend to muddle through.

“Helping my mom put the dishes away.”

“Being nice to my brother.”

“Dancing with Jesus.”

My lesson book folds closed on my lap. The tempo changes right then and there as I realize what’s happening: He’s speaking to me and I don’t want to miss a thing.

“But why do you think we worship?”

They all look at each other as if they know. Know the roles had been reversed. All eyes turn to the precious child in pink. The one who loves to dance. She meets my gaze. Her eyes twinkle as she says proudly:

“Because it makes God smile.”

Her friend, the one playing footsie with her in the raindrop, chimes in:

“Yeah. It’s how we give Him a hug.”

So this is what it means to become like a child. To enter into His presence with wide-eyed wonder. For they see everything in a language He understands. A dialect He created. One that describes Him to a ‘T':  The language of Love.

It’s all about love.

I left Sunday School that day with a spring in my step. Anticipating all the chances I’ll have in the coming week to dance with Jesus. To make God smile… Worship.

Friends, let’s seize our every-days and fill up our dance card. Let’s worship with abandon. Love relentlessly. Live like we have nothing to lose.

Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that openly profess his name. Hebrews 13:15

Let’s allow our actions to give Him a hug.
Claim our inner child.
It’s there.
Waiting to dance.

Who’s with me?

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Nikki is a loved wife, blessed mom, mere child saved by grace who strives daily to live like she deserves it. Before she was blessed with her role as a mother, her favorite jobs included teaching piano and working in interior design. She has a hard time saying no to peanut butter and chocolate and if you meet for coffee, a chai tea latte will be in her cup. She journals her thoughts on a blog titled Simplystriving. There you will find her journey of seeking joy in the everyday while simply striving to become all that God has made her to be.

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