I had a great time filling in for Steve Fee and getting to play with the rest of the band earlier this week. A great bunch of High School students, those Grace Brethren. Steve's little boy, Price, was having surgery and Steve asked if I would fill in for a couple sessions at the conference while he was with his family in the hospital. All turned out well!
When I got home to my family, we had a special little time with all three of us playing "tent" on the bed. I hide under a blanket with Daniel and he smiles and shakes cause he's so excited and calls out in a sing-song voice, "MAHH-mee!" Then Sarah sneaks up on us and tickles his belly. It's a rather fun game, because he has a blast. Therefore we do. Once we were all lounging together, I started singing a lullaby I wrote for him when he missed his mommy one time called "Oh Mommy"
The strange thing was, as I sang it (about Mommy) he kept looking at me and saying "Daddy! Daddy!" I kept interrupting my lyric saying "no, this is about Mommy" Then Sarah sang it and replaced "Mommy" with "Daddy" BUT, when she was singing "Oh Daddy" he would look at her and say "Mommy! Mommy!" (did you follow that?)
It made me think: we often misplace our praise: we'll praise the SINGER and not the OBJECT of the song! Just like Daniel did. He was so enraptured by the fact that i was singing, that he would clap and yell my name, and missed the fact that I was singing about "mommy." We can get so enamored with our favorite artist that we praise the unworthy instead of the Worthy.
I just thought it was interesting.