The last one asleep
Cleaning and making your plans
And there are days when it feels
Like there’s no time to pray
You wonder if God understands
But if ever you worshipped it’s now
If ever you kept your vow
You may not understand how
But if ever you worshipped, it’s now.
The memory of leaves in the fall,
Walking through the canyons so tall.
God was so close in it all...
Now your chance to worship seems small.
You’re the first one to taste
But the last one to eat
When everyone goes their own way
And it’s your name that’s called
In the deep of the night
One more hour of sleep floats away
But if ever you worshipped it’s now
If ever you kept your vow
You may not understand how
But if ever you worshipped it’s now
Every shirt that you fold
Every nose that you blow
Is a gift to the Father above
Every lunch that is made
Every game that is played
Is an offering of love
But if ever you worshipped it’s now
If ever you kept your vow
You may not understand how
But if ever you worshipped it’s now.
Tucker has a stomach bug.
I have cleaned up so many messes of bodily fluid today... I have genuinely lost count.
Two of them included explosive, projectile poop that landed on the wall. Twice.
It's been a day. A long day, that started in the middle of the night.
And yet, somehow, these words rang through my mind.
If ever you've worshipped, it's now.
Worship is a lifestyle. It's serving, loving, giving. I loved my children well today, the two who gave me more poop to clean up than I wish to recount, between a stomach bug and a regression in potty training.
Ugh.
But I really think that I worshipped the Lord, by loving those little boys today... by serving, cleaning, loving, being there to do it all.
...but it was only by the grace of God.
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