We have a favorite pew in church. It’s the third one back on the left side. One of the reasons why it is a “favorite” pew is the delightful little family who sits in front of us. They started out as a newlywed couple, who became a couple expecting a baby, and then a couple with a baby…you get the picture. Their baby captured our hearts from the start and has given us such joy over the years as we’ve watched her grow.
As she turned into a toddler, she obviously loved music. She would clap and dance and her little eyes would twinkle. When she would raise her arms to copy the worship leader, I got teary-eyed. And each Sunday she would look back at us and shyly sneak in some smiles. I just love the Little Darlin’.
Little Darlin’ is now about 3 years old (I’m guessing the age) and has leukemia. Her beautiful blond hair has fallen out and an assortment of funky, bright-colored caps are now part of her incredibly girly-hip attire. She’s not in church very often these days, as she goes through her treatment regimen.
Today, however, she was in church. It blessed my heart to see her and her parents. And we snuck in smiles all throughout the service.
As I glanced at her from time to time, I prayed for her and her family. I can only imagine how these days must be difficult for them…
The lesson in all this came when we had a time of prayer during the service. People are invited to pray quietly at their seats, or to come up to the front and pray alone or with a prayer partner.
As the worship team quietly sang, a woman came up to Little Darlin’s seat. She put her arm around her momma, tucked her face in close, and prayed with her. That touched my heart. Deeply. That, my friends, is what “church” should look like. Lovin’ people up. Caring for them. And not being afraid to do so.