Weekday Worship

The door slams behind me and I wave as the car makes its way down the street and out of sight before heading up the driveway towards our house.  Behind the old green barn at the back of the property, I can see the sky glowing pink, Sun starting her journey across the sky.  Day has begun.

The house is still dark.  I had stolen away in the early morning with my Mom to go on our daily walk.  I enter as quietly as I can, removing running shoes and switching the coffee maker on all in one motion.  I know that in just a few minutes I will be surrounded by little ones in pajamas, looking for some breakfast, so I fill a glass with water and flip through the Bible sitting on the counter, looking for a small kernel, something to hold on to during this long day.

On a whim, I turn on some hymns.  Beautiful chords and words fill the house as the sun streams through my window.  What if today was lived out, just one continuous exercise in worship?

In Tinkerbell pajamas, she quietly joins me in the kitchen.  "Hi Mom.  Can I have some cereal?  It sounds like church in here..."

My whole day could be a worship service.  With or without hymns. A family gathered in His name with Him as our guide and goal, lives devoted.  Even wiping down windows and rinsing breakfast dishes could be all an overflowing exercise in worship.  If I were to live life this way, it could change everything....

Hebrews 13:15
“Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God..."

She hums "Holy, Holy, Holy" between mouthfuls of Cheerios.  Our eyes meet.  Yes.