Better than I've Been to my own Self.

An elderly gentleman at a church I attended as a teenager would regularly stand up during testimony time and say, "The Lord's been good to me.  Better than I've been to my own self."  Tonight, I understood what he meant in a new way. 

Per usual, our nighttime routine ended with about 15 rounds of the song, "God is so Good".  Only this time, after I put Josiah down in his crib, he continued singing. 

Hmm-hmm-hmmmmmm.
Hmm-hmm-hmmmmmm.
Hmm-hmm-hmmmmmm.
Hmm-hmm-hmmmmmm.

Over and over, he hummed rhythm for "is so Good".  I sat down to listen.  He looked at me around the slats of the crib, reached through, and grabbed my hand.  All the while, he continued singing.  Such a sweet, impromptu worship service to our good God. 

I stayed for a while, reflecting on God's goodness.  I hope my little man continues to sing that same anthem every night of his life, from now through eternity. 

Eventually, I sneaked out the door.  I could still hear him singing as I cleaned up the living room.  And I thought: He. Is. So. Good. To. Me.

Far better than I deserve.  And better than I've been to my own self.

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