There’s a song in my history. So long ago it was sung to me by my great grandmother, GG. I can still hear her voice lilt along as only she could. It seems like millions of years ago, but the song is fresh in my heart.
Fast forward those millions of years to, well, last night. bed time. Mackenzie’s room. It has become apparent that my sweet baby girl loves music, and has a memory like a steel trap. She has now accumulated a long repertoire of titles that she prefers for Michael and I to sing. As we’re trying to help her relax into sleepy mode, she is making requests. The favorite these days: its that same song from my childhood. It goes like this….
“I love you, a bushel and a peck. A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap… doodle oodle oodle, doodle oodle oodle, doodle oodle doo doo doo…”
“again!” she says.
I cherish each moment, more than happy to oblige my sweet baby doll.
There are times in life when I need my Heavenly Father to sing to me. Over and over He has taught me the song. I should know it well by now. But, sometimes I forget how it goes. I can’t remember the tune, or I’m tongue tied. Life has its way of roaring in unexpectedly, knocking the song right out of me. Often I find myself sitting, trying to think of how the tune sounds…
The good news is: He delights in me. Not just that, He whirls around when He thinks of me, rejoicing. and He promises to whisper the song back to me when I’ve forgotten. When I ask Him, He keeps singing, just a little longer.
I’ve found the promise of Zephaniah 3 to be true, again and again:
17 The LORD your God in your midst,
The Mighty One, will save;
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”
As He sings it to me, my heart is strengthened, I find the peace and calm only He offers. Slowly but surely, it comes over me, warming me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I find my voice again; I can sing along.
There is a song that He sings to me, and often, when I hear Him, I sing a long. Its taken from Isaiah 43:1-3. With confidence, I can sing His promises:
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you
And the waves, will not overcome you
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you
I have called you by name, you are Mine
When you pass through the fire, you’ll not be hurt
And the flames will not consume you
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you
I have called you by name, you are Mine
For I am the Lord your God
I am the Lord your God
I am the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
Thank you Heavenly Father for reminding me how your song goes… I love it when You sing.
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