This morning something pretty awesome happened in our house, and I almost missed it.
Every morning before school the kidlets have to do chores. This means making beds, cleaning rooms, taking out the trash, sweeping, that sort of thing. The older ones shoulder the majority of the work, but the younger ones do what they can. In fact, when my daughter gets into her “organizing mood”, watch out. Nothing is safe. And believe me; you haven’t lived until you have discovered dresser drawers that have been “organized” by a determined and very creative six year old.
Just a little while ago the kids were doing the chores. (She wasn’t in an organizing mood today.) (Thankfully.) As they were working, I heard this overwhelming noise. And by overwhelming noise I mean voices all mixed together at this pitch that really should be illegal. You know that scene in Dumb and Dumber where Lloyd and Harry are making the most annoying sound in the world? Well multiply that sound by ten, raise the pitch just a smidge, and that is what filled our home.
Now, I knew immediately what it was. This noise meant that the Guys had decided to help with the cleaning today.
In our family, every stuffed animal is called a Guy. The big giraffe is a Guy, the little brown dog is a Guy, Teddy is a Guy, and Pink Doggie most definitely is a Guy. Every Guy has a distinct voice. And by distinct I mean so ear piercing that you want to run as soon as they start talking. But they are part of our family, so what can you do?
Anyway, when the Guys decide to help clean, it usually means that the project that should have been done in ten minutes actually takes around 45 minutes. And it also means that our house is unbelievably noisy.
This morning I didn’t want the Guys to help with the cleaning. The kidlets had spelling words to write, maps to label, math problems to solve, and I hadn’t had nearly enough coffee. So just as I was about to gently remind them (okay, fine, yell up the stairs) to just stop already, I actually stopped instead. And I listened.
And what I heard was beautiful.
Pink Doggie, the most vocal of the bunch, was singing, “Our God is greater, our God is stronger…”
Giraffe joined in, slightly off key, “God you are higher than any other!”
Little brown dog took a solo stanza, “Our God is Healer, awesome in power.”
Then they all joined in, “Our God!”
Teddy sang out, “And if our God is for us, then who could ever stop us?”
Then all four Guys, as loud as they could, “And if our God is with us, then what could stand against?”
As the Guys led the house in worship, I just stood there and listened. I smiled, I laughed, and yeah, I cried.
I am so glad that I didn’t miss it.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14