Finding God in my Cereal Bowl

Word of God, speak
Will you pour down like rain
Washing my eyes to see your majesty?
To be still and know that you're in this place,
Please let me stay and rest in your holiness.
Word of God, speak.
- MercyMe


The breakfast table is usually a happy place at our house, and today was no exception. Little boys were happily spooning mouthfuls of honey-sweetened oatmeal into their mouths, and Bob and Larry's Campfire Songs was playing on the stereo.

I've always loved camp songs, and this collection has some good ones on there. Soon, the perennial favourite "Kum Ba Ya" started to play. And my older two boys began to sing--sometimes together, sometimes separately, between bites.

Kum Ba Ya, my Lord, [Come By Here], and I found myself joining them. (I never need much motivation to start singing.) Oh, Lord, Kum Ba Ya.

It struck me that if God loves to hear the sounds of our praises, how much more he must love to hear the sound of his smallest children's worship lifted up to him.

Something in my spirit said that he had answered the prayer spoken in the song. How awesome to feel the presence of God--right there at the breakfast table, eating every-day oatmeal--ushered in by the praises of little voices.

Who says you need to have a campfire to sing camp songs?