Upheld In Delight

Dancing Delight

Often at church, we stand to sing.

One Sunday, I saw a child—a little girl—tapping the back of her father in time to the beat of music in church. He just kept singing while her little body danced on the chair behind him. She was having a good time.

I was having a good time, too. I watched as her Dad kept his attention forward and sang. He didn’t turn around to stop her and they both worshipped the Lord together during that lively song. I don’t remember singing a whole lot right then, but I certainly enjoyed that little girl’s worship.

There was such trust in that little girl that her Daddy loved her. She had no fear that he might turn around and be angry with her.

Sweet Delight 

I bet God was pleased with their worship.

I sometimes wonder at how we think we have to do something particular to please our Daddy in heaven. Maybe He is just happy with us because we belong to Him. Much in the same way that we consider our own children. When they express their talents, their happiness, we love them. They don’t have to do something in particular for us to love them. They simple are.

I think our heavenly Daddy must feel that way, too. Our worship is sweet to Him. We are His children.

“May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer” (Psalm 19:14).