My wife and I have tried to create a home that is centered on joy and freedom. Our daughter loves to dance and sing to worship music in our living room and our son loves to sing songs to Jesus while he jumps on the trampoline in the backyard. Our home is a safe place that allows them to express their worship to a Heavenly Father that won’t measure them by their skill, but rather by their beautiful hearts.

As someone who has made a living making music for a bunch of years now, I have strong opinions about what sounds good to me. I’ve heard some great singers that bring an enormous amount of skill, with years of hard work and practice which is noticeable to anyone within ears’ reach. But the manner in which I listen to these professional singers is different from the way in which I listen to my own kids. I know how to shape their skills and that will come with time, but throughout their lives I hope that when I hear their voices, the first thing I notice will always be what’s beautiful, not what needs to be refined.

When God listens to His children, he doesn’t cup his hands around our mouth listening to the sound of our voice. He listens to the tune of our hearts. He hears the song that is deeper than the rhythm of our heartbeat, louder than the echo of our sins and more beautiful than any song we could ever write.

God’s love always looks past our viewpoint of ourselves. His love paves the way for us to approach Him in a vulnerable way. We know that He will see us for who we are. And the song we sing, while it could always use a little refinement, will be a beautiful melody to Him.

Going through the motions doesn’t please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice.  Psalm 51:16-17 (MSG)