Think of it Like a Dandelion

I just can’t.

I wish I could, but I really can’t.

People around me at church, every Sunday, know I can’t.

And they probably wish I could too.

But, I still can’t.

Sing.

At least, not well.

I may sing loud.

I may sing with joy.

I may sing with the right heart.

But it still sounds terrible.

And so, this is for all the guys (and girls) that sound like me. And because they sound like me, they don’t sing.

Sing anyway.

Think of it like this.

When you were a kid, did you ever bring a dandelion to your mom?

You know, the little yellow flower that looks like a nice gift for your mom when your'e a kid, but looks like and invasive weed when you are an adult?

Did you ever pluck one out and bring it to your mom to show her that you loved her?

And she may have placed it in a little cup, knowing full well exactly what it was.

But she loved it.

No, not the dandelion.

The thought.

The meaning.

The reality that it was an expression of your love for her.

Sing to your heavenly Father.

Sing with all your heart.

Not because you are the best singer. (I don’t think the world’s best singers can compare to the heavenly choirs.)

Not because you can carry a tune.

But because you are thankful for His mercy.

Praising His goodness.

Loving the One that loved you first.

It doesn’t mean that you have to lead in worship. You probably shouldn’t. I don’t.

But I do know that out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks. (Luke 6:45)

That is why Scripture says to make a joyful noise. (Psalm 98, 100)

It shows where your heart is.

It shows that you love the Father.

That you are bringing Him what you can.

That you cannot help but to celebrate Him.

So sing.

It is a command, a privilege, and a joy.

And the truth is, if you just refuse to sing, it may show where your heart is as well.