KG was an exuberant worshiper yesterday. It was one of those Sundays when I struggled with whether I should rein her in or whether I should give her free rein. But as I watched her dancing and jumping in the aisle, I thought back to our first two years at this church, when KG walked on her knees instead of her feet. I wondered if the people who might be annoyed by her exuberant aisle-dancing now ever think about that. Her knees looked like camel knees back then, they were so thick and calloused from doing the work of her feet. We were so grateful when she finally gained the confidence to walk upright, even though she had the gait of a happy bear.
Then she had an operation that set her back, and for almost a year she had almost no mobility at all. Just a little over a year ago she had another operation that fortunately reversed the damage done in the prior one. And now we are so thankful that she is walking normally again – well, okay, lumbering jauntily again.
So, yesterday at church I decided to give her free rein. Because:
I recall all you have done, O Lord;
I remember your wonderful deeds.
They are constantly in my thoughts.
I cannot stop thinking about your mighty works!