Worship In Your Own Way

As I sit at the computer this evening, my auditory awareness zooms in on the muffled sounds of worship eminating from the bathtub.

Yes, the bathtub.

My son is scrubbing away layer upon layer of dirt and grime, and lifting up a melody of love to the Lord.

This spawns the reality that at any given moment during the day, I will most likely hear Aubrey singing along to her favorite Jeremy Camp cd in her room.

Add to that Gil's strumming on the guitar every evening one of his favorite NewsBoys tunes.

Ah.

What bliss.

And how amazing.

It makes my heart sing. :)