I’m sitting in the crowd at the Timberline night of worship, and I see an elderly woman in the row in front of me. Everyone is standing and she’s rebelliously staying seated, (she’s gotten to an age where I assume it becomes difficult for her to stand for long periods of time.) She’s sitting there with her eyes closed and her hands raise at about half-mast, as high as she could lift them I’d guess… I couldn’t hear her voice when she sang along with Amazing Grace, but I saw expressions on her face that destroyed something inside of me. This was a woman who didn’t care what her expression looked like, but she wanted to give what she called her best as an offering to our Father at this night of worship. I (being stupid and human,) often judge people by what they look on the outside… but this woman’s heart for her God shone brighter than any flaw or trait I could have tried to pick out to hold against her. I only watched this woman for a brief moment, but that moment was a MOMENT for me. She didn’t care what others thought of her. She didn’t care that the best she could give was while she was sitting, while the majority of others in the room were standing. She wasn’t looking through the room at other people like I was. She was there for her Father, and she was there in spirit and in truth. I saw a true love inside of her that I only hope I can offer to our God.
I pray that when I’m old and weak, I praise God with all that I can as this woman did.
Thank’s old lady. Whoever you are. You taught me a huge lesson
