This morning I was working in my (home) office when the silence was shattered. After the initial shock wore off, I began to smile. He was holding a steady rhythm, pounding out a sequence of sounds without missing a beat. It didn't take much imagination to picture the concentration on his face--I know that look well. After getting the beat established, he began to throw in extra bits. I held my breath, wondering if he could maintain it. He would be bursting with the joy of accomplishment if he could. With a final crashing, triumphant riff he finished. I loved it! It was a joyful expression of his fierce little heart.
I was about to shout out my congratulations when I heard his sister wailing about the awful noise and how she couldn't concentrate!
I laughed out loud. Oh, yes, I did!!
Two different perspectives. Which one was he going to believe?
I reassured him that I was super impressed. She chuffed and huffed about how she couldn't even think straight.
Who would you believe?
I'm not going to lie, I can be too aware of the opinions of others. I have to be vigilant not to fall into the approval trap. Criticism easily carries more weight than praise.
The opinions and responses of those around me can be motivated by a dozen different factors--perhaps more! My Father is driven always and only by Love.
Who am I going to believe?
Does He see the efforts that others may only recognize as ho-hum or downright annoying as the beginnings of something great? Could it be that He sees the heart of worship behind the less-than-perfect execution of the elements? Is it possible that He doesn't compare us with anyone else because we're uniquely precious to Him?
I want to be tuned into the voice of the One who loves me most, who loves me perfectly. I want to trust fully in His love.
We know how much God loves us,
and we have put our trust in his love.
God is love,
and all who live in love live in God,
and God lives in them.