Worship and the family (a guest post from Jenn Glover)

When I was a brand-spanking new believer, I found myself teaching children. Actually, to be honest, they taught me. “Who is the Balaam character anyhow?,” I remember asking. Jenn was my student in the 3rd to 5th grade class. You might say that everything I knew about Balaam, I learned from Jenn and a few close friends. In exchange for the free Balaam lesson, I taught her to put away the Babysitter Club books during worship. It’s my joy to share this post from her about seeing her family worship. Jenn’s blog is Knee-Deep in Muchkin Land.

I love church worship! It feeds my soul… it allows me to express thoughts and emotions to and about God in ways that I couldn’t do on my own. And most importantly, it allows me to share truth with my children. Little kernels of truth that they might not yet understand or comprehend, but are planted for future use.

Often times, I will sing the songs as a benediction over their heads. A prayer that the words will take root in their hearts. It’s a heritage and legacy, passed from my parents to me, and now to my own children.

This past Sunday, standing as a family of six, I looked over at my husband and our four-year-old daughter. There they stood, Reagan held in his arms, as they sang the lyrics from Matt Redman’s “You Never Let Go.”

Oh no, You never let go

Through the calm and through the storm

Oh no, You never let go

In every high and every low

Oh no, You never let go

Lord, You never let go of me

My heart splintered into pieces as I soaked it in. What symbolism in that moment. My daughter being held in the arms of her earthly daddy, while singing to her heavenly Father.

“Oh no, you never let go. Lord, you never let go of me.” Sweet Reagan, you may not understand these words yet, but I pray that someday, you might know this truth in the depth of your soul.


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