I'm distracted by the tweeting of a bird outside my window. It's a song I've missed all the bare, gray winter. A welcome reminder of the new life that's bursting right outside my door.
My sweet longtime friend just had her first baby. I had forgotten just how tiny newborns are — with his itty-bitty ears and long fingers. My babies are knocking on adolescent's door, but sometimes it's nice to remember the song of the past. To hear the frantic, squeaky
It reminds me of the dark, lonely nights in our nursery, rocking and singing over the desperation. Soothing them back to sleep with a love song to God.
Today, that same song, "I Love You, Lord," is frequently requested, especially when sleep is at bay and it's hard to settle.
If I'm still enough I can hear the soundtrack of my life. Right now it's a lawn mower cutting and birds singing about babies in nests and a car rushing past the road in front of my house. Later it might be an orchestra of children talking about their day, of giggles, and balls bouncing.
The music of life.
The sound of a unique song written daily for me. Underscored by the thread of a melody familiar, sometimes sad, but often remarkably joyous and filled with thanks.
One that reminds me of where I've been. It sings with dreams and hopes and fears. And soothes me to rest knowing He is the great composer and conductor of my song.
Linking today with Lisa-Jo…