This one is for keeps: My little family, all four of us, (my husband and I and the two little worshipers inside of me), leading worship at our church‘s Cell Leaders’ Conference. At 27 weeks.
I’ll let you in on how it’s like to lead worship with a pregnant tummy.
It’s extra-challenging, like any other task that requires you to stand for a period of time, because of the additional weight you have to carry with you. You have to maintain some level of self-control whenever you feel like dancing or jumping, which can be a little frustrating when you see everyone else dancing and jumping the way you can’t do. You have to stop in the middle of songs to catch your breath. You feel some leg cramps and back pains, and for a moment there you find yourself looking around for a chair to sit on.
But then you start feeling fetal movements and some kicking inside of you, and you smile at that thought that the babies are most likely enjoying the drum beats and the music, and hearing their Mommy and Daddy’s muffled voices.
And could it be they’re worshiping too? :)
Then you find yourself lifting your hands and singing your heart out, short of breath, tears on your cheeks, muscle pains and all, heart abandoned to this awesome God—the Giver of life, your Source of strength, your Reason for living. And you know you’re doing exactly what you were made to do.
And that.. is one of the best feelings in the world.