That's worship, Mama...

This boy right here. This big, 5 year-old boy. Where did the years go?

He melted my heart today, and I just wanted to stop time. Freeze it. Rewind and get it on video so that I never, ever forget. Oh how I will miss these days...when they're old and big and grown up.

We have a favorite song in our home right now. Aside from "Awesome God" which is our all the time, forever favorite, there is a new song we have on replay, thank you, David Murphy (go Rangers & sic 'em Bears!).

So Superman requests this song every time we get in the car.

You can hear it and see the video here.

So today we were driving to his baseball game. And I turned on his song. And he sang. He sang his little heart out. Sometimes one word behind, because he's listening and trying to memorize the words. Precious.

And then he asked me to play it again.

 And I did...and he sang louder, more confidently. "Take this world and give me Jesus..."

Listening to his sweet voice, the nuances of the way he pronounces some of the words, the lilt of his voice, his earnest attempt to match pitch (and he can). Oh, God, burn it into my memory. Burn it into my heart. Let me remember his precious-ness forever.

And he kept singing. And I continued driving and listening. Thanking God for these moments. And thinking, "I will play this song a million times if it means I get to have this moment that many more times..."

 And then he said...so satisfied as if his little heart was as full as mine...

"That's worship, Mama."