Her heart hurts today. Fear got the best of her and she is broken. She stood before a giant and she trembled. Her heart wanting to sing, but her mouth could not find the words. The giant was large and it stole her courage. And she is broken.
She has a second chance today. Hers for the taking, but the feeling is raw and it is settling in, her thoughts shifting to failure. She decides to go and listen. Maybe next time. Maybe. And we sit and listen.
Then the whisper… “I think I am going to do this.”
Her name is called and she takes her place on that stage. I sit on steps waiting to catch her if she breaks, if she falls again. Her eyes meet mine and the words cross lips and she doesn’t hesitate. Her voice fills the air. She stands boldly there, small and courageous, slaying her giant. And it’s magical. And it’s God. And she soars.
She soars because she knows… He is the One that carries her. Always carrying her. She knows that His perfect love casts out fear. And that love never fails. She knows these things deep and she lives them.
She stands in His presence. And it is right there in the lilt of her voice She sings for Him. Because it is all Him. It’s always Him. Walking her through her darkness.
One can learn much from a child.