To this day, I find it hard to sing the latter part of the Doxology. The words get caught in my throat, and tears quickly form in my eyes. I become a hot mess. I think of my friend, Evelyn, who lost her little sister, Christiana, a few years ago. I remember sitting with her at a conference years ago, as she realized that Christiana was in heaven declaring God's holiness in heaven. I didn't understand the deep significance of it at the time.
I sing the Doxology with tears streaming down my face, my voice cracking pretty badly... yet I choose to work through the awkward and painful to declare God's goodness that Rachelle is singing and worshipping Jesus.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye Heavenly host
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.