Today, I’m starting a fun 3 day series sharing a tradition our family started upon the birth of our first kiddo back in 2008.
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Ok…back on topic!
During this 31 Whispers With Abba series, I’ve shared so many simple, daily occupancies that God has used to simply have me stop, breathe in His presence and draw me to Himself. These events can easily be overlooked if I lose my focus or get sucked in by the rush of needed expectations. Most of these whispers have been completely unintentional on my part…just caught in awe that God chose to take part in my ordinary by making a moment extraordinary.
God does that. He is simply there waiting for our attention.
Even if we feel like His comforting touch is ever so far away, we still look, we still wait and we place our burdens in His hands.
Even if that burden is your own flesh and blood.
My Youngest’s Song…
My first night home with our youngest son, I found myself alone in his little place of our house. His nursery was decorated so perfectly, knowing full well that this neatness would only last for a few months. You see, I have two older boys…I get boys. I get mess. It’s my life, enough said.
Before our youngest was released from the hospital, we were told that he failed his newborn hearing screening and had a very high potential of being completely deaf for the rest of his life. Unknown to me at that time, we would be seeing a mix of doctors before he even turned 1 month old stretching from right down the street to nearly four hours away.
My mind whirled.
My heart sank.
My tears started to flow freely that first night I rocked him to sleep in our home.
You see, I started a tradition with our first child that I had to keep, no matter what. When each child of mine was born, I gave them a song. Each song I sing to them nightly before bed. Every night. It’s just what we do…and it’s only a mommy and son thing (daddy sings “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “Frosty.”) But every night, before the door shuts, I sing to my boys the songs God placed on my heart to give them upon their entrance to this world – my world.
As my chair rocked back and forth, I remember thinking, “Why bother singing God? It’s not like he can hear me. Why bother?”
I was exhausted, frustrated…and angry with God.
Yet, something inside of me wanted to sing this to my baby boy, whether he could hear it or not. It was my momma’s heartbeat and my prayer for my child.
Perhaps you know the tune?
Oh God You are my God
And I will forever praise You
I will seek You in the morning
And learn to walk in Your ways
And step by step You lead me
And I will follow You all of my days
This was my prayer, my song for my child. I could sing it to him now, even if he wasn’t able to hear my shaking voice. I knew his heart felt my love – Abba’s love for him…and that all that mattered.
And as I sing and hear Abba singing over me, I find myself whispering back this Psalm to God:
O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! I will praise you as long as I live, lifting up my hands to you in prayer. (Psalms 63:1-4 NLT)
Abba is looking for our best:
He isn’t looking for a self-confident step…
He isn’t looking for a loud step…
He isn’t looking for a well-lit step…
But He is looking for our best step of faith.
This was my best step in that moment. It was all I had. It was all I could give.
A few weeks ago, I found myself again, with my youngest, repeating our nightly tradition. As he is a tad bigger now at 18 months old, we still rock, I still sing…some nights are better than others. Yet this night filled my heart. As I started singing, his chest vibrated against mine as our voices matched melodies. His attempt at words was very different…but he knew his song – our song. He sang so poeticky as we rocked.
I would get softer, he would get softer.
I would stop, he would stop.
We smiled together.
The very first night that each of my kids started singing with me…that song that God let grow in my heart for their lives – that is the daily moment I long for. Because it’s those songs that bring me closer to Abba as my heart melts together with my sons.
One song, one step, one day at a time.
What steps are you struggling with today? Feel free to share in the comments!
I am an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor to women and an author. I am an author, blogger, ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach, Motivational and Inspirational Speaker and encourager. More than anything, I define myself as a child of God. I simply desire to use my passion for thriving (getting every single drop out of life) to inspire others. I have overcome disabilities (coloboma vision-loss, severe hearing-loss and a small right arm). I am a double brain cancer survivor. I use the story God has given me to move beyond what I am surviving and thrive in His promises. I enjoy being a wife to Steve for over 12 years and mother to three boys (ages 9, 7 and 4).