The Loudest Girl in Church

 

Carly Carver, Editor

The Ashland Beacon

 

   My daughter is the loudest girl in church.

   It does not matter if you are in the front pew, or in the very last, you will hear her.

   You will hear her as she stomps her feet to the rhythm of the music.

   You will hear her as she claps her hands to the beat of the music.

   You will hear her as she sings, to the point of screaming, about her love for Jesus.

   You will hear her loudest whispers as she prays to her angels, all with a smile on her face.

   And you will hear her giggle when people glance back at her adoringly.

   Because my daughter is the loudest girl in church.

   She stands up every Sunday, for every song, and loudly proclaims her love for Jesus.

   She does so unapologetically. She does so without an ounce of shame.

   She is there for worship.

   She encourages the whole church to sing a little louder, to smile a little bigger, to be a little brighter.

   She has encouraged me.

   You see, I was not even one of the people in those pews before her. I had given up.

   I had given up on God. I had given up on Jesus. I had given up on the angels. I had given up on the songs.

   There was so much bad in my life, how could there be a God? My faith was wavering. The voices in my head had taken over.

   But this little girl decided she wanted to talk to angels. So, I, begrudgingly took her to my old church.

   And I kept going back. Every Sunday.

   Because that little girl was so much louder than all the bad voices in my head telling me that I should give up.

   Now our family fills up a pew on its own. All six of us.

   And while our church is currently a little emptier due to the coronavirus, even when it is at full capacity you can still hear her, over everyone, singing about her love for Jesus.


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