Today I am thankful for a little girl whose name I do not know.
I was very, very tired in church this morning. I remember thinking at one point, after the announcements were over and we had prayed and our worship leader had us stand again (we stand during every song): “Do we really have to stand AGAIN?”
I was so tired.
And then, along about the third song, I heard a sweet little voice behind me, singing loud and clear, those words of praise on the big screen in front of us (we sing choruses at Fellowship Batesville, and the words are projected on the big screen).
When I heard that voice, everything changed. My heart melted, and the weariness went away. My body was still tired, but my spirit wasn’t.
I didn’t want to turn around and stare, but I wanted to know who belonged to that sweet, sweet voice.
After a break in which the kids are dismissed to their classrooms, I turned around. She was small, maybe 5 years old. How had she known those big words? Either she could read them or she has heard the songs enough times to know them by heart, but even I didn’t know the next song we had sung, and she had sung along to it, too.
When church was over, I wanted to catch her mom and ask the little girl’s name and age, but Mom was already gone when I turned around.
Next Sunday I’ll make a point to find her. I’d like to introduce myself and tell her and her mom how she blessed me today.