Worship Diary

Samuel’s dedication service

A handful of friends, including my mother and I, had planned to meet for worship in a old country hall. That week our little boy, Samuel, died. Life went into slow motion. There was the funeral. The week slipped away. Then my mother called to tell me she was going to have the meeting called off.

“Mum, no!” I exclaimed.

“We need to get together to fellowship and worship now more than ever.”

We were a little bit late. The others were already singing, gathered into a close circle. We joined the singing. The sense of God’s closeness was rich. I don’t remember a lot, but that we took turns sharing experiences and testimonies. We ate together.

In the afternoon, we shared with the others the events of our baby’s death and how God had shown us that He was close and had a plan in it all. We prayed together, then we sang the last verse of “Sitting at the feet of Jesus.”

“I used to sing this song as a prayer over my baby every night.” I told them.

“But I changed the words from “Bless me” to “Bless him.” Can we sing that prayer together now for this little group?”

And so we sang,

Bless us, O our Saviour, bless us!
As we’re waiting at Thy feet.
O look down in love upon us!
Let us see Thy face so sweet.
Give us, Lord, the mind of Jesus!
Make us holy as He is,
May we prove we’ve been with Jesus,
Who is all our righteousness.

I think the angels sang with us.

~ Bethany writes from WV, USA November 01, 2006