Last Saturday, the boys were with us in church. During worship, as we stood lifting our hands in worship, the sight of the boys lifting up their little hands in worship was a most touching one.
Their hands may not reach very high or very far, but I just had a feeling then that they could reach God sometimes more easily than we can.
We are told to come like these little children.
Reaching out those hands to the Father. Not asking for anything. Simply in worship of Who He is.