Recently at our dear church, I stood to sing in my usual spot on the front row.
As the pastor’s wife, I sit in what feels like the designated seat, always in the view of a church filled with people I love.
They watch my face when Chad makes an amusing reference to me in a sermon. They glance my way when he looks at me and smiles. And they see it when I brush away tears as God breaks my heart in the places where it needs breaking.
The Lord is always moulding and mending, and this he sometimes does right there on the front row.
Little golden worries are no different from that infamous golden calf that we Christians roll our eyes over. Those foolish Israelites! Couldn’t they see who they were really dealing with?