I'm dragging my feet as I venture up to my office when I hear it. Miss Innocent One preceded me upstairs to take a shower and as I ascend the back steps, a strong melody greets me.
"Oh no, you never let go, through the calm and through the storm. Oh no, you never let go . . ."
I can't help but smile and pause to listen. The songs change, but the passion doesn't. She's singing in the shower, unashamedly, without pretense, clear and confident and genuine. And the purity of that worship, yes, WORSHIP, even in the shower, fills my heart with gratitude. As I quietly soak it in, I understand what God meant when He said, "He inhabits the praise of His people," for the moment feels holy and sacred.
She finishes, dresses, then walks by my office door, surprised to see me.
"Oh," she said, "did you hear . . . ?
"Your little concert?" I tease, "Yep."
"I didn't sing very well. My voice kept cracking cause I was trying to sing too high."
"I thought it sounded good," I said, "I rather enjoyed it."
More than you know, my dear daughter. More than you know. And if I was so touched, what did God think?
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