I couldn't help but think all weekend, as we would worship in song, that surely those who could hear us outside must be mistaking this sound as a chorus of angels.
When your worship experience typically consists of praise songs that are a beautiful blend of His sons AND daughters; there is something sweetly refreshing about hearing only the voices of your sisters.
This is not to say that the voices of our brothers do anything but enrich our worship but sometimes when something is rare to us; it just becomes more beautiful.
The voices of your sisters.
The voices of the women of Christ.
The voices of the weaker sex.
These are the voices who are teachers, nurses, secretaries, police officers, occupational therapists, child care workers, mothers, wives, sisters, grandmothers. They are the voices that can do anything.
These are the voices that have brought forth life. These are the voices that have traveled the world to give life to a child. Or two. These are the voices that give hope to those who had none. These are the voices that have buried their own parents. These are the voices that soothe sick children and piece together broken hearts. These are the voices that carry on when their own hearts are breaking. These are the voices that teach children, any children, about the Love of God. These are the voices that clean up the messes of life. These are the voices that will sing like an angel during praise but roar like a lion to protect their loved ones. These are the voices that shake when we share are deepest fears or our greatest joy. These are the voices that are choked with sobs as we feel our sister's heartbreak. These are the voices that are broken with laughter as we create memories.
These are the voices that are not as deep as the ocean; but are as clear and sweet as the cloudless sky. They are a cold drink of water for a parched soul. They are the dessert of life.
These are the voices that, individually, will garner little attention, but together were able to bend the ear of God.
And I know, for a couple of days, He was leaning just a little bit closer to listen.
3 comments:
What a beautiful post and so well put--for we Christian women can be all of those things as we walk with the Lord! Thank you for reminding me how blessed it is to be a woman!
:) Linking to this at some point this week--great post.
Portland granny -
Thanks for the kind words.
And to you too Roxanne - link away.
By the way, my husband said he missed our voices at church services that Sunday morning.
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