Sometimes I feel like a Mom. Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s weird. Last night, it was dynamically abundant, new, strange, and perfectly fulfilling!
I got dressed, then changed again. “Your distressed jeans and Converse would look better, Mom.” Gotcha.
I got entrance tickets, then went outside. “Only ‘Meet and Greets’ allowed. You can wait outside.” Gotcha.
There I was standing outside alone in my dressed-down distressed jeans and wedge converse for an hour, “Momming.”
There I was standing outside with The Lord asking that He would speak life to the hearts of the two boys I was patiently waiting for.
Entering the concert venue with the excitement of a time share invitation, I found a seat alongside the standing room only section and settled in with the eyes of an observer, the ears of tolerance, and the heart of a mom.
Energy exploded as DJ Kinect dropped some beats, revving up the crowd in anticipation of such rap artists as Canon and Derek Minor.
Rap they did! From 7-10, the room was on fire. So much more, the Holy Spirit was a blaze! For in the midst of lyrical continuity, these men answered my prayer. Speak life. Speak life. Life. Eternal life. Life on earth today as it is in Heaven. Live in Him today. Live Life because JESUS!
As Canon entertained, I sat and penned this thought…
Hearts reverberating off the walls. Sounds vibrating in unison to the King of kings. Worship overcome with connected energy. Love demonstrated in verbal praise. Praise expressed in words some cannot feel, comprehend, or understand. But. God! But God hears the volume, sees the hearts, and rejoices with the resounding display of electrifying admiration of God Above. For He is the audience to whom the singers perform. For He is the Performer of whom the audience adores. For He is the Life, the love, and the lyrics that is overflowing this concert. God.
Rap is not my go-to music, nor is it my source of worship. But last night was not about me. It was about my son and my son’s friend. And rap is their go-to music, and it is their source of worship!
In that, I say again, being a mom last night was dynamically abundant, new, strange, and perfectly fulfilling, for Life was spoken through worship to the heart of two 12 year old boys.
