A picture is worth a thousand words, and so it was last Sunday. The preaching pastor was excellent, but he paled in comparison to the little girl, maybe six or seven years old, who encapsulated the lesson of a joyful heart worshipping her God. My soul melted in awe of her walk with God. This stroll was not easy for her. However, her eyes glistened, her cheeks glowed and her smile was ear to ear as she hobbled down the path to reach her seat amidst the congregation. Never was I ever so grateful to have found myself planted in the rear of a Sunday worship service. It afforded me the opportunity to, beyond a fleeting glance, witness and be forever touched by this little lassie.
With her earthly Daddy only a step away and her heavenly Father’s arms around her, her head was held high as she creeped down the very long church aisle. White sweater and a knee length, dark skirt topped her attire; but it was the covering of her legs, beneath her clothing’s hem, that she wore with the greatest of God’s grace – stiff non bending braces from her knees to her ankles.
Each labored step this petite angel took was solely enabled by every ounce of energy and determination she could muster and empowered by nothing shy of her soul being carried by God.
That precious little child brightly shone forth the epitome of what all God’s family should reflect – uncontainable joy that we are able to run, walk or even limp into God’s midst and worship Him from our hearts and souls, knowing there are no braces (nor sin) that can hold us back from embracing God’s love, redemption and grace.
Thank you, God, for this young child of Yours, who walked me back to reflecting on your gifts, my blessings and renewed commitment to Micah 6:8 (NIV). “He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 