The months when I can sleep with windows open are my favorite.
I love fresh air and I love falling asleep to the sound of the breeze tinkling my wind chimes or the rain drip, drip, dripping on the leaves.
Last night I had been asleep for a few hours and woke to a sound I rarely hear after dark-a bird (probably one nesting in the tree outside my bedroom window) was singing her heart out. I listened for awhile, thinking that surely something had startled her awake and as soon as her eyes took in the night she’d hush her melody and go back to sleep.
But she just kept singing.
Chortling through chord after chord, note after note, trill after trill.
I fell back to sleep before she did.
And as I was drifting off, I was reminded of this verse:
I’m thankful for open windows, singing birds and daily reminders that I am not alone on this journey through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
Jesus is here.
He loves me.
He gives my heart songs in the night.
Any one can sing in the day. When the cup is full, one draws inspiration from it; when wealth rolls in abundance around them, any one can sing to the praise of a God who gives an abundant harvest. It is easy to sing when we can read the notes by daylight; but the skillful singer is the one who can sing when there is not a ray of light to read by—who sings from their heart, and not from a book that they can see, because they have no means of reading, except from that inward book of their living spirit, where notes of gratitude pour out in songs of praise. No one can create a song in the night by themselves; they may attempt it, but they will learn how difficult it is.
We ALL have bad days, fears, struggles and lonely moments. Sometimes we just need to know someone cares. Sometimes we just need a hug.
For those who are struggling today-here’s a hug.
For those who think they are unworthy of the breath they breathe and the space they occupy-here’s a hug.
For those who are afraid that today won’t be any better than yesterday or the day before-here’s a hug.
For those who have absolutely no idea how they will survive the next five minutes, much less the next five hours-here’s a hug.
You are NOT invisible. You are NOT worthless. You are NOT unloved.
The God of the universe loves you.
He sees you.
He’s waiting for you and longs to shower you with grace and mercy.
I’m old enough to remember Maranatha Praise albums. Fifty to sixty minute sets of themed worship songs, they were a wonderful blessing.
When we got our first CD player, I kept a stack of these CDs next to it-they were the background music to life with littles and often just what I needed to make it through the day.
Many of my favorite songs were scripture set to music in ways that made it easy to memorize.
My Help Comes From the Lord, Hosanna Music
I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
My help comes from the Lord,
My help comes from the Lord-Maker of Heaven and Earth.
When faced with a seemingly undefeatable enemy, Jehoshaphat led the charge with a worship band.
When he had consulted with the people, he appointed those who sang to the LORD and those who praised Him in holy attire, as they went out before the army and said, “Give thanks to the LORD, for His lovingkindness is everlasting.” 2 Chronicles 20:21 NASB
These days find me humming or singing old tunes that speak truth to my heart, lift my spirit and declare the victory of Christ when things look dim.
In the midst of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, God uses these songs to remind me of His faithfulness, even here.