God’s Lullaby

How I loved to sing to my children.
Every night before bedtime, after reading a book, after saying prayers, I sang to them.
They each had their favorite song.

It was soothing, comforting, intimate, and very precious.
It was our time.
That line right before sleep, when the sounds of the world blur and fade.

It was waited for; it was expected.
It was part of our nighttime routine.
It was the signal for the end of the day and the beginning of sleep and restoration.

I went to bed the other night and the moon was full.
I saw the moon as I walked through the foyer heading upstairs.
It shone brilliantly over the trees, looming large just above the horizon.

In fact, I stood there in my living room, which was illuminated by the night’s light.
Shadows from the trees danced over my walls.
The circular shape of the moon was reflected perfectly in the hardwood floors.

I smiled and audibly thanked the Lord for this splendor.

I climbed into bed and settled myself down on all my pillows.
A spotlight came through the window, between the closed blinds, and shone on my face.
It was the moon.

Through the tilted slats of the blinds, it shone.
Directly on my face, it shone.
I was lying over the place I was just standing and it continued to shine.

I was comforted, soothed by the preciousness of His intimacy.
It was my lullaby.
It was no different than what I sang for my own children.

God has His nighttime routine of which I was a part.
God created the greater and the lesser light.
He washed the lesser light of the moon over me as I went to sleep.

So this is how my children felt all those years ago.
This is the preciousness of being sung over.
This is the intimacy of those moments right before sleep.
The quiet moments when the sounds of the world blur and fade.

God’s Lullaby.

Even though there is so much beauty, the world can be a hard place to live.
We were created for more than this world.
That is why many days it feels as if something is just night right.

There is an ache in your soul that nothing can satisfy.

It isn’t right.
It doesn’t fit.
It is clumsy and broken and terribly fallen.

We can begin to despair.
We can begin to lose hope.
We can begin to lose our perspective.

Then God sings.
God sings in a whisper right to our heart.
God washes over us with His beauty and we are renewed.

We are restored because this is what we were created for.
We are the notes of God’s song.
We are the hearers of His melody.

We are never too old for a lullaby.
In fact, I think we grown-ups need a lullaby even more than our children.
We need a reminder that God loves us; we need to hear again, You are My child.

We need a shelter in the storm.
We need to be wrapped in the tenderness of His love.
We need to know there is a place to run to when we are afraid.

We need to hear God singing over us.
We need to listen in the stillness of the night.
We need to breath deeply as we fall asleep, knowing He watches over us through the night.

We are held.
We are protected.
We are loved beyond measure.

The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing. (Zephaniah 3:17)

God rejoices over you, His child.
God sings you a lullaby.
He tucks you in, like any small child, and wraps you gently in His care.

Can you hear His lullaby?
Can you hear God singing?
YOU are the reason for His song.
Rest well!

All I see is that I don’t see what’s ahead of me,
I’m afraid my life will never be all I hope for in the end.
All I know is that I don’t know where the road will go,
If I dream, then will I find it so – will tomorrow be my friend?
Sing me a lullaby, sing me to sleep tonight.
Sing me a tender lullaby cause all my heart can do is cry.
Help me compose my soul, quietly take control,
Sing me a lullaby and tell me I’m your child.