Do you wanna hear me rock?
It won’t be long before you know I have two nephews that I absolutely adore. Blake is 4 and Zak is 1 1/2. They put a smile on my face every time I see them. They remind me what it is to be imaginative and care-free. Most recently Blake has been trying so desperately to follow in his daddy’s footsteps of music. He wants to grow his hair long (which right now just kind of resembles a mullet) and he plays any instrument that he can find. For Christmas, Blake received a drum set. It’s nothing fancy just enough for him to learn. The other day I was sitting in the room with the drums and Blake ran over, grabbed his drum sticks and jumped up onto the seat. Without hesitation, he asked, “Hey Lindsay, do you wanna hear me rock?” I told him I’d love to hear him rock, and with that he started pounding on the drums as loud and hard as could. The fact is he didn’t play a song or even resemble any type of beat, but when he was finished, he sat smiling. I was so proud of him, and you could tell he was proud of himself because he knew he rocked. I can’t help but imagine how God feels when we “rock” for him. He gives us these talents and abilities, and even though our performance of life may seem clumsy and off-beat, God is so proud of us. He’s proud because we’re rocking for him.My knowledge of God’s character tells me he’s not always interested in the song being perfect. He just wants us to be willing. God’s sitting back smiling just like I did with Blake. He’s listening intently because for him, there’s nothing like listening to his children learn to rock. One day, Blake’s going to grow up, probably taller than me, and he will have learned the concept of rhythm and beat. I can’t imagine how excited I’ll be when his songs finally come together. I also can’t imagine how proud God will be one day when I actually figure out the rhythm of life and I can rock my own song. So for now I say, rock out Baby Blake… I’m ready to rock a little bit myself.
