Back in November, I went shopping with my niece and her little daughter, Ainsley. If you come to my blog often, you know my great-niece has been a great source of joy to me since her arrival on the planet 13 months ago. I call her my sugar plum and she is exactly that.
Anyway, back to my story. Every store we walked in, the second Ainsley heard the piped-in music, her hands would go up in the air and she would let out a soft, “Whoooo,” and get a sweet expression on her little face. You see, Ainsley attends church regularly, and her mother is the music director at the church she attends, and, the simple truth is Ainsley loves to praise the Lord. Whenever she hears music, she is instantly transported.
And don’t tell her you can’t worship to secular music. As you can see in the photo, it didn’t matter that we were in the middle of Chipotle, or that the song wasn’t a trusted hymn. Her heart could not contain her worship; she had to show it.
I’m reminded of the words of Jesus when he said in Matthew 18:3: “Except you be converted and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”
Lord, I want to worship you like sweet Ainsley, not worried about who is looking, or what song is playing. You are worthy of my praise every hour of every day, whether I’m in Chipotle, or in a chapel.
Sharing this with Charlotte at Spiritual Sundays.