When a loved one dies, and you know without a single doubt that they are on the “worship team” in heaven. Always in front of the Living God singing their little heart out in praise. How on earth can you continue to worship here on earth without thinking about that person worshiping at the exact moment you are as well?
She loved to sing. In high school she wasn’t allowed. She sang “back-up” on the church worship team. Music was her love. Love was her song. Her legacy is that of worshiping even through the hard and unknown. She loved everything about singing to her God.
I wish I had answers to quiet the stirring of my soul when I sing in church. My mind immediately heads to my mom, doing the same thing, worshiping God, and I get choked up. Being close to my mom is the best feeling in the world, but shouldn’t I just love to be close to Jesus?
Guilt clouds my thinking and I just don’t sing. I force my brain somewhere else until questions can be answered on a level that I understand and satisfies my heart.
Will the answer come? I believe so, and clarity will happen. Until then, please excuse the blubbering mess in the pew behind you.