Story has VBS at our church this week. The theme is
“Shipwrecked: Rescued by Jesus.” We’ve been watching the music videos on
YouTube since yesterday. I like the songs. They’re catchy and the theology is
good.
On the way to church this morning, Story was watching one of
the music videos on my phone and singing along. I began to sing along too, and
she said, from the back seat- “Stop singing, Mommy.” She likes to hear her own
voice these days. I guess that’s a pretty normal child-development thing.
Most of the time, I would say, ‘Okay, you sing.” Let her
develop her own voice, her sense of self, all that stuff. But today, I didn’t.
I said. “Jesus wants to hear Mommy’s voice too.”
After I said this, the power in my own words filled me with emotion. Again, the chorus came, and Story sang, and I
sang too. She didn’t like it. “Mommy, no singing.”
“Story, I’m not going to sing loudly. I want you to be able to hear your
voice, but Jesus wants to hear both of us.”
My eyes filled up. My voice cracked. But I sang on.
