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All the Days of My Life

"I will dance for the King, all the days of my life..."  The music swirls around me during the morning worship service.  Memories reach in and wash over me.  Suddenly I am singing this song with her little legs wrapped around my waist and her blond head nestled into my shoulder... the weight of her arms tight around my neck.

Then a new picture fills my imagination.. her little arms in the air as she twirls on her tiptoes.  Tiny bare feet dancing gracefully with the song.  She is radiant with joy and pure delight shines in her eyes as laughter flows from her lips.  Blond curls swooshing about. 

I picture angels... commanding and majestic (forget chubby babies with wings- in scripture when people saw angels, they fell prostrate in fear!) gathered by the hundreds with booming voices ringing out the chorus.  Little children are swirling about their feet in total bliss.  Sounds that rival the delight of any Christmas morning break out with peals of laughter from the little ones mingled with the thunderous merriment of angelic praise.


And I imagine that she is dancing now as we sing.  That for an instant heaven and earth are joined in this place... connected by worship of The King.  Almost as if they are twirling about on a balcony overlooking our little congregation.  The bible says we are surrounded by a great crowd of witnesses you know... We who are still trapped by our flesh.  Who with eyes closed can see only in our heart's imagination what she can see with eyes wide open.

The song rings out "...all the days of my life."  And it's almost as if she is saying to me, "Mommy, that means forever!"  Not just the four short years that she was here. Not just the forty or eighty or however many I may linger... when we who call on His name go home to heaven, our real living begins!  Now we offer worship in faith with eyes closed and faces upturned, but then we will sing and dance in the very throne room of The King.

And I feel as if I was just giving her the very first lessons in worship.  How special that her Daddy and I had the privilege of introducing her to His Presence in our arms.  How special it will be when she takes me by the hand  and shows me the wonders of worship that I can now only imagine...

Click to hear a chorus "I Can See" written by my dear friend, Carmen Harrison, shortly after Makiah died...


"And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved..."  Joel 2:32 and Acts 2:21

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus..."  Hebrews 12:1

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