I smiled and she quickly turned away but I thought to myself that I was glad I had been singing when I was being watched and not just standing there,
lost in my thoughts
which sadly,
happens sometimes to me
during church.
Later, during a spirited part of the sermon, I watched as three dear, sweet, older ladies, helped each other out of their chairs and up to the front of the church for prayer.
I was watching.
It hit me that just as that little girl was watching me, I was watching those sweet dear ladies.
We never get over our need to watch someone.
To watch someone praise God.
To watch someone need Him.
To watch someone pray.
To watch someone sing.
To watch someone love.
To watch someone live like Jesus.
It was a good reminder to me that I'm being watched when I'm not at church too.
By people who may not know a single thing about Jesus.
They are watching how I handle disappointment.
How I handle stress.
How I handle anger.
How I handle forgiveness.
How I handle pain.
How I handle celebrations
How I handle friends.
How I handle people.
I don't handle any of those things perfectly but I want to remind myself that I'm being watched.
And to keep watching others.
Blessed are those who listen to me,
watching daily at my doors,
waiting at my doorway.
For those who find me find life
and receive favor from the Lord.
Proverbs 8:34-35
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