So, there is one family I go to church with that I think is fabulous. The parents are crazy about each other. The kids are crazy about the parents. The siblings all get along fabulously. That is what I want for my family… and sadly I’ve got a long way to go.
Yesterday, this family-I-am-obsessed-with-in-a-non-stalkery-way spoke in church because their son is leaving on a mission on Wednesday. The love they had for each other was palpable. It was oozing out of their pores.
After a few speakers, their four daughters sang “Lord, I would follow Thee”. They were doing great during the first two verses, and then when the hymn mentioned the word “brother” in the third verse a few of them started to sniffle. By the time the line, “Savior, may I love my brother as I know Thou lovest me” came along, all four of them were sobbing. The piano kept playing, and every now and then one of them would attempt to sing a few words, but would again dissolve into quiet tears.
And I was in the congregation crying my eyes out.
It was the best musical number I have ever heard.