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“…be filled with the Spirit. Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.” (Ephesians 5:18-20)
“…as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” (Colossians 3:16-17)
There aren’t many four year olds who love to climb mountains, but my little girl, who loves to climb everything, is one of them.
My friend and I decided to take a leisurely little trip with my daughter into Southwest National Park World Heritage Area, Tasmania. On the way, we decided to climb “The Needles”, which is a bit of a gateway into Tasmania’s Southwest National Park. There were many beautiful stands of red and yellow “Christmas Bells Flowers” (Blandfordia) along the way up.
The Needles is a relatively short climb, but it has tremendous views of the southwestern mountain ranges. It is fairly steep, and a number of the vertical sections Amariah had to scale were larger than what she could step or climb, so we often had to lift her while her little legs would climb whatever she could.
There aren’t many four year olds who will climb mountains, and there are even fewer who will do it without complaining. It’s a tremendous blessing to me as an avid bushwalker that Amariah never complains. She never ceases to amaze me with her tremendously good and happy attitude.
She also loves to sing and worship and make up her own praise songs to God. She sings to God A-L-L THE TIME–at home, in the grocery store, on the school bus, in her bed, in the elevator, in the public toilets and hiking up the mountains.
When we were climbing The Needles she sang and sang and sang to God the entire way (about 1:40 to get to the summit and another hour down)! I’m really surprised that despite the fact she sat down a few times toward the top and said, “Mommy, my legs are tired”, she never stopped praising God.
I am very humbled when I look at her example. I think of all the times when my spiritual journey has been difficult and the road has been steep and unrelenting. How apt I am to get a bad attitude and complain! How quick I am to take my eyes off of God and focus on myself and my discomfort instead of journeying through all of my hardships within my own little bubble of praise which makes me oblivious to the difficulty of the road I am travelling. Amariah has been a shining example to me of lifestyle praise and worship, especially in the face of difficulty.