Raising Her Hands

May 3, 2009Kingdom Uncaged

I’m the weirdo in my little family. I’m the one who insists we venture to the very front of our large suburban church so I can feel more a part of the worship. I’m the one who juts hands into the air, who will stand up when no one stands (in the entire church) because I can’t help but stand to worship the Lord. I probably embarrass my family.

But this morning while I was singing, I opened my eyes for a moment to see my daughter Julia’s hands jutting toward the heavens, worshiping God in abandon. Throughout her time in worship, she seemed deeply engaged, alive.

And suddenly I didn’t feel so alone. And I felt deeply humbled and joyful. My little girl is growing into a worshiper.

(Now this is not to say those who don’t raise their hands aren’t worshiping. Au contraire! I know everyone’s different. But it tickled me to see my daughter catch a whiff of the abandon I’d experienced during the musical portion of worship.)