I’ve learned a lot from Avery.
That may seem obvious. Of course a man is going to learn a ton from having daughters. I know more about princesses than I ever thought I would. I know the words to way more Disney songs than I ever imagined. I’ve obviously learned some things.
I’m not talking about those types of lessons though. Avery has taught me some things that I don’t know that I ever would have learned had it not been for her. In that spirit, I’m going to be committing a number of posts to the things I’ve learned so far from Avery. When Rylee is old enough, I’ll do the same for her (in case you think I’m playing favorites)
Avery worships with reckless abandon.
Let me elaborate.
I was driving home tonight from running errands with Avery, and we were listening to Mumford & Sons. Specifically, their song “I Will Wait.” Avery loves them. She dances around the house, taps her feet, and just loves life when they are playing. She knows words, and sings along. And I’m okay with that.
As we are driving, I can hear her whispering the words to the song as it’s playing. I gave her an encouraging “sing louder Avery.” What ensued was one of the most memorable things I’ve experienced in a long time.
The chorus came, and Avery, at the top of her lungs, shouted “I WILL WAIT, I WILL WAIT FOR YOU.” She kept it up. Yelling. Out of key, off time, over and over and over again. It was reckless. It was loud. It was unrestrained. And best of all.
It was passionate.
I wish I worshiped like that. I’m reserved. I’m quiet. I lift my hands during the chorus, and maybe the bridge, but never during the verses. That’s weird. Who does that? I’m so concerned about what people are going to think of me. But the beautiful thing about that car ride, was that it was just me and Avery, and she gave no thought to how I would see her. How I would view her. She was singing. She was enjoying herself. She was responding to me. And I loved every minute of it.
Maybe we all need to worship more like Avery. Recklessly. With no regard for who is around us, or what they’ll think, or whether or not it’s an “appropriate” time to worship. Maybe we need to just ignore the room full of people, and remember that at the end of the day, it’s just God and I, and he loves to hear his children worship.
Thank you Avery. Thank you for teaching this Daddy what it means to worship with raw, reckless abandon.