bits from bob....
Her neck stretches to see, is he listening? Is he behaving himself? It was such a short time ago when she would complain, "I did not hear a word the preacher spoke," but now her thoughts are distracted for another reason.
Now her children are not beside her. They are "too big." Her arms ache for her child, squirming in her arms all through church. She stands to sing, and her body sways as if rocking a child.
Where did the years go? Was it worth all those frustrating Sunday mornings? Sunday nights? Wednesday nights?
Oh, there he is. Look at him--he's singing. His eyes are attentive. Her chest swells with pride. Look! There's my child. No. He's God's child.
Thank you, Lord, for the honor of bringing your child, my child, up in Your ways.
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