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From the mouths of babes...

Psalm 8:2 says, "Through the praise of children and infants
    you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
    to silence the foe and the avenger."

and Jesus quotes this verse during the triumphant entry in Matthew 21.

I have always liked the imagery of this verse--of kids giving God praise and of babies understanding an element of worship that adults don't get. 

But just this past couple days, I have listened to Isaiah start to talk. Well, talk might not be the best word to describe it. Babble isn't quite it either. He speaks in jibberish. Baby jargon that no one can make heads or tails of. He is just talking to talk. And I love it! I love to hear his voice babbling away because it reminds me that he is made in my likeness and he is learning to express himself through speech. 

And as I was listening to Isaiah "speak", I remembered Psalm 8. "From the lips of children and infants..." wait a minute! Infants can't even speak! If God is ordaining praise for Himself through infants, than He is ordaining jibberish. Does God want us to praise Him by speaking nonsense? Does He just want to hear our voices rise up to Him regardless of what we are saying? Does this verse somehow condone the idea of speaking in tongues? (and by that, I don't mean languages, but speaking some type of nonsense language that can't be interpreted). 

I am not one to sit back and say for certain, but I can certainly say that God loves to hear his children speak. He loves to hear our voice, no matter what we say and regardless of how much sense it makes or doesn't make. 

God wants to hear our most well-crafted praise of Him, yes....
...but he also wants to hear the jibberish :)

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