13 minutes and the King of Glory

Just Noah and I for 13 minutes. 

13 minutes in the car racing against the clock to meet the big yellow school bus that scoops Noah out of my arms and steals him away to another world {jr. high}.

13 minutes to hold his almost-a-teenager hand, which still feels like a toddlers when it is nestled in mine. 

13 minutes to have his words or his silence, to have him all to myself.

13 minutes to pour a bit more truth into my boy...

or as it happened today to marvelously pour truth into each other.

As our car veered around our green foothills with wild flowers and lupine busting out at the end of winter's seams I asked Noah to choose something to read to us from his little black bible. 

He turned the pages as I turned the corners, then settled upon Psalm 24. 

And my boy read: 

  The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it,
   the world, and all who live in it;
for he founded it on the seas
   and established it on the waters.

 Who may ascend the mountain of the LORD?
   Who may stand in his holy place?
The one who has clean hands and a pure heart,
   who does not trust in an idol
   or swear by a false god.

  They will receive blessing from the LORD
   and vindication from God their Savior.
Such is the generation of those who seek him,
   who seek your face, God of Jacob

  Lift up your heads, you gates;
   be lifted up, you ancient doors,
   that the King of glory may come in.
 Who is this King of glory?
   The LORD strong and mighty,
   the LORD mighty in battle.
 Lift up your heads, you gates;
   lift them up, you ancient doors,
   that the King of glory may come in.
 Who is he, this King of glory?
   The LORD Almighty—
   he is the King of glory.

As we made our way past the foothills and ascended up the mountain nearby our words became a Spirit lullaby sung between his heart and mine. 

"The phrase, 'Who is this King of glory?' reminds me of the door as we entered the sanctuary of  The National Cathedral on our trip to D.C. 

Imagine entering a sanctuary, whether a believer or not, and reading 'Who is this King of glory?' That question would be on the forefront of your mind as you entered into worship. God would then proceed to answer that question."  I shared. 

Noah added, "and just before that question it says, 'Lift up your heads you gates; be lifted up you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in.'  That is telling us to open our gates, our doors- to open our hearts so that the King of glory can come in." 

"Yes Noah!  That's right.  And after we open our hearts to Him, we ask Him Who he is, and what happens next?"

Noah replied, "He tells us the King of glory is the LORD strong and mighty...He is the King of glory." 

Traveling into the sunlight, the foothills below us, the day bright ahead of us, 

I ask, "And what if I approached everyday like this- with my heart wide open, asking 'Who is this King of glory,'  what glory of God would I see?"

Noah placed his soft hand in mine and I prayed, "God we open the gates, ancient doors of our hearts today to You and ask 'Who is this King of glory?'  We come with great expectation to see you."

I pull into the bus stop.
2 minutes remain of the 13.
2 minutes to hold Noah's hand as we wait in our own little mother son planet {literally, I drive a Saturn).
And I delight in my boy.
And in Truth.
And in "The King of glory" who gave me 13 minutes.