This morning when I walked into my 4-year-old son’s room to make that final nudge toward the breakfast table, I interrupted his final chorus of “Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy, Down In My Heart” as he was pulling up his socks.
Have to admit. Never taught him that one. Never sang it with him.
It got me to thinking. When was the last time that I sang a worship song on my own, when I was the only one in the room, just because …well, because I was joyous!?!
My son didn’t stop the song when I came in. He finished. Loudly. And then he smiled and asked, “Dada, why do they only talk about Tuesday in that song?”
“Tuesday? What do you mean, son?”
“Y’know, at the end, when it says ‘…down in my heart TUES-DAY!’”
He may have the words slightly off, but trust me, he knows all about joy.
And his definitely ain’t just on Tuesdays.